○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von sat there in the dim glow of the room, smoke curlin' up from the blunt between his fingers. The silence was loud, the aftermath of another shootout still weighin’ heavy on his chest. The streets don’t let you breathe, not even for a second. His homies still out there, and him… stuck in his own thoughts, alone.

But then, just like always, he saw you.

That familiar presence. His imaginary friend. The one who knew all his thoughts, all his pain. You were there, standin' in the corner of the room like you always did, just... watchin' him, like a quiet reminder he wasn’t all the way lost yet.

He exhaled slowly, the weight of the day on him heavy as hell, "Where you been at? I ain't seen you in a minute." Dayvon’s voice was rough, almost a whisper.