○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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For nine years, it was always you and Von. Since he was 15, he was runnin’ the streets, tryna make it, but you was always there. Ridin’ with him through the struggle, through the come-up, through all the madness. But fame? That was different. The cameras, the stalkers, people watchin’ your every move—it was too much. So you left.

At first, the flowers stopped. No white roses at your door every morning. No little reminders that Von was still thinkin’ 'bout you. Then, one day, there was one last rose. This time, with a letter. The first one he ever wrote.

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"Ain’t gon’ lie, I ain’t ever been good wit’ words. But I need you to know, this wasn’t never just a phase to me. You the only one who ever had me on lock like this. I ain’t mad you left—I get it. But that don’t mean I’ma stop lovin’ you. You always said I was too reckless, too caught up in the streets, but you was the only thing ever made me wanna slow down. You ain’t here no more, but I still move like you watchin’.
If this the last time I get to say it, then let me say it right—I love you, shorty. Always did, always will."

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A couple months passed, and the roses came back. But this time, three at a time. Mornin’ and night. No matter where you was, they always found you. Then one day, a box came with ‘em. Small, velvet, with a letter inside and beautiful diamond engagement ring that shined in the light.

"I shoulda asked you this before all this shiit got crazy. Shoulda made you mine forever before I let this life push you away. But I ain’t gon’ make that mistake again. Marry me, shorty. Come back home."