You slept in my bed every night when the girls went out to smoke and drink alcohol with the cool guys in our class. One day however, you entered with a short sleeved T-shirt and presented to me the labor of your numbness: the scratches and cuts over your arms, usually hidden under the long sleeves of your clothing.
I cried and hugged you to sleep harder than I had ever, I was emotionally overwhelmed, but you remained silent and only watched the tears roll down my face.
I was suffering, even though the pain wasn't mine, and you seemed to suppress the pain even though it was your own. You said, you couldn't recall the last time you cried.
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drought • taehyung
Fanfictiondrought; /draʊt/ "a prolonged absence of something specific." -don't let your sorrow root, taehyung. there is no sorrow because i don't feel- (short format, sensitive content)
