A tear spilled from my eye
but instead of feeling wet on my cheek,
I felt a very soft thing sliding
I put my hand out and a feather dropped on my palm.
My tear turned into a feather.
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The Seatmate || Park Jimin
FanfictionBeing seatmates with a silent kid is sometimes good or sometimes bad. He would smile, laugh, and giggle but never really said a single word. I would speak the whole time but instead of him saying anything, he just passed a note with words written to...
