I caught you on your way to the child's home that afternoon with tears already painting desperate masterpieces on my cheeks, my quaking hands gripping onto your weak and slender arm. I would be lying if I claimed no tearful plead in my eyes, but the truth turned out to be your apathetical indifference towards it. You looked at me with an emptiness that almost swallowed me as a whole.
"Come with me." I held tighter onto you as I cried, "My home is yours."
"Home is not a place, but feeling I don't posses." You smiled at me, "Don't break yourself trying to fix me."
Maybe I was just too slow to fix you.
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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)
