○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von stood on the rooftop, city lights flickerin’ below, but his mind wasn’t on none of that. Phone off, O’Block behind him, he just needed to breathe—but that shiit wasn’t workin’. Eleven years. Eleven years since you been gone.

He tilted his head up, starin’ at the dark-ass sky, tryna hold that burnin’ feelin’ in his chest. He don’t cry. Never. But tonight? Shiit, it felt close.

Fourteen. That’s how old you was. Sixteen. That’s how old he was. He could still hear y’all feet poundin’ on the pavemen, laughin’ even while y’all was runnin’ from them older niggas tryna press y’all. Then? Gunshots. One second you was there, the next—you wasn’t.

And Von? He ran. Left you. Watched you bleed out from a distance ‘cause he was too fuckin’ scared to go back. Now he had it all—money, fame, respect—but the only thing he wanted? He left dyin’ on that pavement all them years ago.