cold breeze, silent filled air, messy bed, empty hearts.
cold conversations, small talks, short responses, shaky breaths.
foods were untouched, they were placed neatly on the small table at the kitchen ‒ it's been there for a week now, it's probably spoiled already.
piled clothes laying around lazily on the floor, on the couch, on the bed and no one can tell whether it's clean or not anymore.
pictures scattered on the table and some on the ground, a journal and a pencil is seating on the table in the lonely room with words scribbled on it like someone poured on their thoughts there.
cds and tapes are seen everywhere too, some are marked with random numbers or was it dates?
a sad music was playing, it was echoing in the small room.
'i love you'
'i love you too'
magic words came out their mouths, but it was all empty.
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CAN I BE HIM┃JUNGRI
Short Story❝ you can't be fixed by the same person who broke you. ❞ highest rank: #160 in short story highest rank: #85 in tragic status┃completed! started┃013018 ended┃021218 ©bulgaegi-
