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It was 2010, Von was only 16, still walkin' through school in O'Block like any other day. He hadnβt even thought 'bout music yetβwasnβt that type of kid. He was just focused on the hood, focused on surviving.
As he walked out of the school, feelinβ the weight of the day, he noticed youβthe only girl expect for his mama and sis he cared 'bout, the one who always made him smile even when the block was dark. You were runninβ towards him, tears streamin' down your face.
When Von stopped, eyes meetinβ yours, the world seemed to freeze. He didnβt need to hear the words to know something was wrong.
Then you said itβT.Roy got shot, T.Roy was dead.
And just like that, Vonβs world came crashin' down. He didnβt even realize it at firstβtears started to spill from his eyes. The hardest thing heβd ever felt, the pain of losin' his best friend, hit him like a freight train.
He broke down right in front of you, like a little kid, tryinβ to hold it together but failing. He didnβt care 'bout nothinβ else.