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Von sat on the edge of the bed, phone in his hand, screen dim. Your name all over the news. Gone. Just like that.
He thought heβd feel somethingβanger, pain, regret. But nothinβ came. Just silence. Like his heart already knew you was gone long before the world did.
Maybe it was βcause yβall had drifted, maybe βcause the streets made him numb. Either way, he ainβt even cry. Just sat there, starinβ at the wall, wonderinβ why it ainβt hurt like it should.