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The world felt differentβtoo loud, too bright, too fast. You had just woken up after two years in a coma, your mind still trapped in 2020 while everythin' else moved without you. The first thing you did was try to reach Von, callin', textin'βnothin'. Hours passed before you made it back to OβBlock, heart poundin', expectin' to see him waitin' for you. But insteadβ¦ you saw him everywhere. His face on murals, his name sprayed across walls, candles and faded pictures at the corner of the street.
Then you saw Durk. His face said it all before he even spoke. Von was gone. Four months after your accident, he got hit. Left to bleed out in front of club, on the ground without being able to even hug you for last time. You werenβt just wakin' up to a new worldβyou were wakin' up to one where Dayvon was just a memory.