King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐖𝐑𝐲 𝐑𝐞 πšπ’π§β€™π­ 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐒𝐧𝐠?

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

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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 he’d feel somethingβ€”anger, pain, regret. But nothin’ came. Just silence. Like his heart already knew you was gone long before the world did.

    Maybe it was β€˜cause y’all had drifted, maybe β€˜cause the streets made him numb. Either way, he ain’t even cry. Just sat there, starin’ at the wall, wonderin’ why it ain’t hurt like it should.