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Light pink tints my cheeks as I trudge down the path before me.

My head feels light and fuzzy, a warm comfort, as if someone was holding me In their arms.

I don't feel the chilly gusts of wind or the sharp icy drops of rain when they fall onto my skin.

Was I truly walking or was I just standing here.

Was it raining or was is it purely my imagination.

I heard a whisper or breath, just barely audible.

And then I saw him walking towards me.

And when I shut my eyes for just a moment,

he's not there anymore.

𝐬𝐨𝐣𝐮 | lee taeyong ✓Where stories live. Discover now