○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von was chillin’ on O’Block, sittin’ back while the guys talked they shiit, stackin’ money, smokin’ on somethin’ loud. It was just another day, same block, same energy. He wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout much ‘til Durk suddenly pointed, his face twistin’ up in surprise.

Von followed his hand, eyes lockin’ on you. For a second, he ain’t move, just stared like he couldn’t believe it. Years had passed—y’all used to be tight, real locked in, but then you went off to the army, disappearin’ like the trenches ain’t ever been home to you. No calls, no letters, nothin’. And while you was gone, life ain’t slow down for him. He got rich, got locked, got out—now he was sittin’ on millions, but none of that shiit really mattered in this moment.

He walked to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pullin' you in hug, a smirk slowly creepin’ onto his face as he tilted his head, chain glistenin' under the streetlights. "Ain’t no way that’s really you.