Dropping the plastic bag, I walked towards his body that lied next to the legs of the bed.
"Hyeong, this isn't right," I said.
I carried his body and placed him on top of the bed.
"So you're leaving me too?" I chuckled.
That day, I just felt numb. His last smile was plastered on my mind. And his scent from out last hug lingered on my nose.
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save me; taehyung
Short Story||completed|| "Why is it so dark where I'm alone It's dangerous how wrecked I've become... Save me, I can't even get a grip on myself" -Kim Taehyung [short chapters] [not edited]
