the doll 𖹭 changbin

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he entered the shop and looked around. there were so many types of dolls. his friend recommended him to go to that shop cuz people said that the owner is like a good witch or something. they added that the owner makes dolls for the dead people.

he walked through the aisles and looked at every cabinet, searching for someone familiar. "well, hello there, young man." a voice spoke as he quickly turned around to the source of the voice. "are you searching for that?" the old lady pointed to a cabinet as changbin's eyes turned to that cabinet.

he felt like he stopped breathing for a while after seeing a doll with a familiar appearance of someone he love. he walked to the cabinet and slowly took that doll in his hand. he brushed the doll's face with his thumb as he felt his eyes filling up with tears.

the old lady went to him and smiled. "is this her? the love of your life?" she asked politely as changbin nodded. "she really has a good heart and a good soul." she continued. changbin was confused about what she's talking about but just ignored it. "how much is this?" he finally looked up.

"it's free. how could i sell the precious doll for money?" she chuckled as changbin frowned. "remember. take care of this just like you take care of her." the old lady smiles and as soon as changbin blinks his eyes, he's already on the pedestrian walkway.

he looked around and that shop was nowhere to be seen. even though that shop was just right in front of him earlier. but the shop was replaced with a café. he looked at the doll in his hand and his tears rolled down to his cheeks.


"hey, love. look what i've found." he weakly smiled while staring at your picture. "it looks just like you." he continued. "and the last shirt you wear..." his tears flowing down to his cheeks.

"i missed you so much. i hope you are doing just fine up there. i will keep this until the day i die." he sobbed. "just promise me. that you'll be waiting for me up there." he touched the glass and continued sobbing.

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