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"Honey?" My mom entered my room.
She took away my still filled plate of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and broccoli.
"You haven't eaten for so long," she fretted.
She didn't bother asking if I was all right. She didn't bother asking if I was sick.
We both knew the answer.
I wasn't okay.
I'm not okay.
I was sick.
I am sick.
And I'd wasted two days remaining of my life sitting doing nothing.
I was wasting away as I wasted the days.
"Come on, talk to me," my mom tucked a piece of my hair behind me ear. "Come outside. Let's do something together."
"I'm tired," I told my mom.
I had dark circles under my eyes. My eyelids were heavy as bricks, but they wouldn't fully close and let me sleep.
"Okay," my mom stifled a sigh, and leaned forward to press a kiss on my forehead. "But promise to get out of the house?"
I didn't say anything.
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65 Days Left || P.JM
FanfictionWe were reckless. How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs? We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin. And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
