erased | jjk.

three

both of his hands are becoming red, carrying the heavy plastic bags containing the foods he bought for an upcoming celebration.

the night is cold indeed, and he suddenly craves hot noodles but he pauses when he sees you for the third time. he wonders why you'd always sit on the swing, earphones on your ears. he stares at the blank expression plastered on your face, as you watch the sky.

his eyes widen when he notices the visible tears — which are falling from your dead eyes.