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Von was laid back, scrollinβ through TikTok like always, till he saw itβan edit of youβ¦ and him.
That slow, soft melody of September played in the background, clips of yβall laughinβ, postinβ up on the block, them old days when yβall 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 memoriesβjust yβall walkinβ past each other like strangers.
Then, the words hit at the bottom of the screen:
"The End Of The StoryβSomething 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. βCause it was true.