The twenty seventh rose broke me. I decided tomorrow would be my last day on earth. I couldn't bare to live without you by my side anymore. It just hurt way too much.
It hurt to see your items scattered around our house. It hurt to pull on your sweaters and sweatpants. Every hurt too much to handle any longer. Tonight would be my last night. I sent everyone I loved a short "I love you."
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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...
