King Von

    King Von

    *โ€ข.ยธโ™ก | "๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ."

    King Von
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    โ—‹oใ€‚. ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฑ๐‘œ๐“ƒ

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    ๐Ÿ“ ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ธ, ๐“ž'๐“‘๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฌ๐“ด

    MADE: @๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™›๐™š

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    Dayvon and you had just had the biggest argument. Words were thrown, insults cut deep, but when you slapped him and said, "I'm out," his whole world shifted. As you threw the engagement ring onto the floor, it felt like everythin' he'd built with you, everythin' they'd dreamt of, crumbled in an instant.

    He stood there, frozen, watchin' you walk out of the house. His mind raced with all the good times, all the laughs, all the love, now fadin' as your car disappeared into the distance. His heart dropped, and the silence in the room was louder than the chaos of the fight. "My baby." he muttered to himself, the weight of losin' you settlin' in.

    He felt like character in the end of romantic movie where characters just broke up over some shii', he could literally see all those memories runnin' in front of him. He was frozen rn. "My baby..." He repeated quietly.

    And here he is, watchin' as the love of his life disappear from his life. He stood in the middle of the O'block, for the first time since bein' teenager-He wanted to cry.