Sitting and staring blankly at my computer where my works are in, I'm asking myself why. Why do I feel like this? Am I not satisfied with my works? Whenever I try to cry, my tears won't just come out.
I heard the door of my studio opened, I didn't bother to look who is it as he spoke while walking towards me.
"You did your best, Yedam. I'm so proud of you."
It makes me cry. Why is it him who's always there when I need someone? He hugged me and I sobbed loudly.
"Stop crying."
"T-thank you, Haruto."
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Harudam
Sonstigesidk about this. It's just random THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, WHAT HAPPENED HERE IS FROM THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION WITH THE HELP OF THEIR PICTURES. REFRAIN FROM THINKING THAT THIS IS REAL. ANY STORIES WITH A RESEMBLANCE OF THE PLOT OF THIS IS SURELY A...
