○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von sat back in the whip, engine runnin’, heater blastin’ while he waited on Durk to pull up. Tonight was business—some nigga thought he could play ‘round with they money, now he ‘bout to learn the hard way. To kill time, Von pulled out his phone, scrollin’ through TikTok, mindin’ his own shiit… ‘til somethin’ popped up on his fyp.

It was an edit of him and you. Some sad ass shiit, too. Clips of y’all when you was still together—laughin’, playin’, lookin’ like some shiit straight out a movie—but then, it switched. Showed you now. Blank face, no smiles, no life in your eyes. It hit different. ‘Cause back then, when y’all was together, everybody used to say Von was the one who put that fire in you, made you come outta that shell. You had that Personality Disorder Type A shiit, always closed off—'til him.

Now? It looked like he took that light with him when he left. Von exhaled, licked his lips, jaw clenchin’ up. He wasn’t the type to sit ‘round feelin’ shiit, but this? This had him ethinkin’ everythin'.