King Von

    King Von

    *โ€ข.ยธโ™ก | ๐„๐๐ข๐ญ (sad ver.)

    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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    Von was lounginโ€™ on the couch, phone in hand, scrollinโ€™ through TikTok when a video caught his eye. It was one of those sad edits, slow music playinโ€™ while clips of you, teary-eyed, flashed on the screen. You were talkinโ€™ about how bullying took your young son away, your voice crackinโ€™ with pain.

    Curiosity got the best of him, and he typed your name into the search bar, scrollinโ€™ through post after post. The more he watched, the heavier his chest felt. Videos of you cryinโ€™, holdinโ€™ your sonโ€™s picture, surrounded by captions like โ€œshe lost her whole world.โ€ Von felt somethinโ€™ twist in his gut, like he was connected to your pain somehow.