You and I [Omniscient reader's viewpoint ff]

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A perfect ending doesn't mean all people have happy ending. Everyone has their own direction life is so long. Someday in the future you may meet someone, you may fall for someone, and you may also forget someone. So are they. So are we.
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And I am sorry that this is different from the prologue, figured I would change some stuff. And i hope you like the new cover... I did my best to make it :) I am sorry it took so long to make this book. But i will do my best update this book

Suggestion :- before any of you comment, the Reader's are most importantly a part of this book that is yoy guys are constellations as well. So Please comment the way constellations would for eg:- [The constellation 'Suicidal_Bastards' laughs at incarnation Kim Dokja's misery] ofc you dont have to if you dont want to :)

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Kim MinWoo sat on the train carriage quietly, sitting somewhere in the corner, his platinum blonde hair was brushed but not styled, he was wearing dark blue ripped jeans with a black turtle neck, a sling back on his shoulder, His light blue eyes were fixed on the screen, 'What should I type?' he thought,

MinWoo was an author to be more precise an author who wrote novels of horror genre, his horror novels were some of the best people have ever read and right now, he's in a predicament, he doesn't know what to type anymore, he's facing a writer's block, a common thing, but to him? He has never ran out of ideas, He has always thought up of something, but this time? He's in a trouble, with the deadline approaching he needs to type something soon, he has been on hiatus for past two weeks... If he doesn't type something now... He's gonna be in big trouble.

He sighed and pocketed his phone, he needs to pay the electricity bill as well, for that he has to write... But... He doesn't find it enjoyable anymore... At first he was happy, he found writing enjoyable and didn't think he would make a career out of it, But look where he is now? Just doing it for money... It's frustrating... Not what he likes... But he doesn't have any other choice... He has to write, he has to write the—

The carriage shook and he stumbled a bit, Not expecting it, he held the child's hand who was sitting beside him so the child wouldn't fall. "Are you ok?" He asked the child in a calm voice. The child... No the boy weakly nodded his head. He let go of the boy's hand and focused on the situation in front of him.

"Wh-what's happening!"

"That scared me... Why did the carriage shook so violently?"

"Was there a suicide attempt?"

"Man... I am getting late for my date." .