In a fit of self anger, I threw the vase of roses against the wall. I knelt to the hardwood floor as I first collected your gifts and placed them on the kitchen table. I swept up the shards of glass after accidentally cutting my finger on a shard.
I miss you, Sannie. You always were my reason to keep going. You always were my joy and happiness in this cruel and dark world. I love you bunches.
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27 Roses and a Bouquet Woosan
FanfictionA rose per day I missed, and a bouquet to go out on. Wooyoung is a lover, and San is a soldier drafted for the war at a far too young age. San arranged for Wooyoung to receive a rose each day until he planned to propose. Wooyoung was told his lo...
