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𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘳. 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬?
*✧･ﾟ
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#. ✯ ~ Jeon Jungkook is a UST Medtech 4th year student who never experienced love until he randomly receives call...
grey it was filled with emptiness, yet I was unsure of life, all I can think about is you.
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Jungkook
The first rays of dawn crept through the thin curtains of my room, casting a pale light over the familiar chaos of my desk and the posters on my walls. I blinked my eyes open, feeling the weight of another sleepless night settling over me like a heavy blanket. The emptiness of the early morning hours pressed down on me, amplifying the silence in a way that made my heart ache.
As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, a flood of thoughts rushed into my mind, uninvited and relentless.
The documentary we were working on with Indigo was a source of pride, but it also dredged up memories and feelings I had been trying to bury. The stories of the students we interviewed, their struggles with mental health, and their battles against the invisible enemies within themselves were painfully familiar.
I thought about my own experiences, the dark days I had spent wrestling with my thoughts, feeling isolated even in the midst of a crowd. It was as if their stories were a mirror reflecting my own fears and insecurities.
The weight of those memories made it hard to breathe, and I found myself clenching my fists against the bed sheets, trying to push the sadness away.
The faces of my friends and family drifted through my mind, their smiles and words of encouragement mingling with the guilt of knowing they didn't fully understand the depths of my struggles. I remembered the countless times I had put on a brave face, hiding the turmoil within me because I didn't want to burden them. It was a lonely battle, one that I fought in silence.
The room felt suffocating, and I sat up abruptly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I rubbed my face with my hands, trying to shake off the lingering fog of melancholy.
The clock on my bedside table told me it was still early, too early for most people to be awake, but sleep had been elusive lately.
I got up and walked to the window, pulling the curtains aside to let in more light. The world outside seemed so calm, so indifferent to the storm raging inside me.
