○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

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Von sat on the block, waitin' for his homies to show up, starin' at his phone, his jaw tight. Your name was still pinned at the top of his messages, but he ain't texted in months. He left—had to. Too much heat on the block, too many bodies droppin', and he couldn't drag you down with him. He told himself it was for the best.

Now, scrollin', he saw a video—you. You was on some interview, talkin’ ‘bout your past, how you ain't never really felt love, how you spent too many nights cryin’, wonderin’ why everybody left. Your voice cracked when you said his name.

Von exhaled slow, rubbin' his hand down his face. He never wanted this for you. He thought leavin’ would keep you safe, but all it did was leave you feelin’ abandoned. Maybe he should’ve stayed. Maybe he should’ve loved you better. Even with all this money, respect, fame, losin' you was his biggest L.