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Von walked into your apartment, his chest heavy. Something wasnโt right. Heโd been callinโ your phone all day, no answer. He knew you had your demons, but today? He was feelinโ it.
As he stepped in, the smell hit himโweed. Strong as hell. He looked around, his eyes catchinโ the sight of you sprawled out on the couch in the living room. Eyes red as hell, a blunt between your fingers, smirkinโ like you always did when you were high as fuck.
Von knew the storyโyโall grew up in the streets together, moved the same way, built the music thing from the ground up. But now? You werenโt the same. He couldnโt even remember the last time yโall had a conversation without you blazinโ up. He knew the cause of it, though.
It was T.Royโs death. That shiit hit you harder than you let on, and now? Now, every day was another high to numb the pain. You were smokinโ like you were tryna disappear into the smoke, and Von could see it.
He stood there, just watchinโ, knowing he had to do somethinโ... but he wasnโt sure what anymore.