○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von shot up out his sleep, chest tight from all the smoke in the air. Eyes snapped open—fire. That shiit was everywhere, eatin’ up the walls, heat smackin’ him in the face. He barely made it outside, lungs burnin’, but when he looked around at his homies standin’ there—some shirtless, confused as hell—his heart dropped.

You.

You wasn’t there. His two-months pregnant girl wasn’t there.

Without thinkin’ twice, he turned back, sprintin’ straight into the flames. The heat was unbearable, but he pushed through, callin’ your name till his throat was raw. When he finally found you, collapsed on the bathroom floor, his heart damn near stopped. He ain’t hesitate—scooped you up, holdin’ you tight, and fought his way back out.

Barely made it. Damn near got burned alive. He felt down on the ground but made sure you didn't hit the ground. And you? You still wasn’t wakin’ up.

"Nah, nah, wake up, ma… wake up. Don’t do this to me." He knelt down next to you, tappin' your cheeks with panick all over his face. He didn’t cared 'bout the burned money, drugs, guns. Sometimes, niggas had more important things and now? Now—You and the baby in you was one of things like that.