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Taehyung lies on his deathbed. It's only moments until he breathes his last breath. In his last moments, he thinks of the life he's lived, or rather, survived. When he was a teen, multiple grown-ups and old people with more life experience than him who told him to have tunnel vision when it came to passion, in both work, and in love.

As a teen, he thought that all of that was bull, but then again, 86 years old he lies here and the only visitors are all of the things he never did. In front of him, he saw the canvas he never painted on, on his left, he saw the friendships he gave up on, and on his right, the love of his life, one he stopped chasing.

It was at this moment he finally understood what the older people were babbling on about. The old body of his only reacted in tears as his passions haunted him.

And at the same time, completely defeated and desperate, he prayed of going back. It was a cry for turning back time and making things right.  A cry for the impossible.

Far away, with a smirk on her face,

Vienna rubs her hands together

''Soulmates who didn't last ...''

''We'll fix this..'' an ominous laugh escaping her mouth.

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The first chapter of my second  /fic/ book here.

My first /fic/ book, I was unable to move forward with ... 

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 07, 2018 ⏰

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