I lay awake through yet another sleepless night as the sunrise inches closer. Snuggled up against the fluffy white sheets, I thought of you. Your smell still lingered around me and your thoughts still tugged my lips. Certainly, you weren't there but your warmth still lapped my heart.
Remember Jun? That sleepless night we spent counting the stars that fell upon us? Next to each other under the cuddle of the moon?
Ah, I miss that us. Now I sit alone in my small bed, again counting stars through the dusted window as I recall those stupid memories called us. I smiled, how stupid we were young broke, and content.
Midnight kisses and late-night romance; cheesy poetries and drunken mistakes; we had it all. Running around the streets of Seoul like rebels, I miss it.
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Mutism.
Short StoryI wanted hear you voice, even if it was just 1 word. I wanted to hear your voice. [Completed]
