I looked back at the feather in my hands
and realized that something is written over it;
'I sent another angel for you but a living one'.
I instantly recognized your handwriting.
YOU ARE READING
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...
