growing out of a crack in the cement was a slightly withered rose. it was exactly red, a petal lightly falling off the thorny stem it sat on.
a soft smile appeared on my face.
i knew it was jisung.
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growing out of a crack in the cement was a slightly withered rose. it was exactly red, a petal lightly falling off the thorny stem it sat on.
a soft smile appeared on my face.
i knew it was jisung.