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(a/n: i hope you all have read the trigger warnings in the description. stay safe)

I stand beside you, Chan, and I see everything. I feel everything. 

It feels as if every single drop of your tears is mine, slipping down my face instead of yours. It feels as if every shiver that travels down your body upon being exposed to a windy evening on a rainy day is a tremble that reverberates deep inside me. It feels as if every sob that escapes your lips is birthed out of my own throat. 

Your hands tremble, and I suppress the intense urge inside me to hold them; to rub my palms over the back of your hands to tell you that it'd be okay. You'd be okay. Without me. 

But I know that it is a statement that I don't see coming true at all. 

After all, how would it? For you stand at my grave, crying, shaking, devastated. 

Chan, I am sorry. I should not have taken my own life. 

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