King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    Von was laid back, scrollin’ through TikTok like always, till he saw itβ€”an edit of you… and him.

    That slow, soft melody of September played in the background, clips of y’all laughin’, postin’ up on the block, them old days when y’all was inseparable. The good times. But as the video went on, shiit changed. The clips got newer, the energy shifted. No more smiles, no more memoriesβ€”just y’all walkin’ past each other like strangers.

    Then, the words hit at the bottom of the screen:

    "The End Of The Storyβ€”Something that will always stick in their heads. They will never fix it no matter what happens."

    Von just sat there, brows furrowed, lips pressed together. He hated that. β€˜Cause it was true.