You don't even bother to dry yourself as you entire your home -- our home -- and curl up into our bed, clutching the sheets I slept in last night. The bed is still untidy, your hoodie that I stole hung up on the back of a chair, my lipsticks and cosmetics smeared across the dressing table, our scent so fresh in the air.
I lay down beside you, and helplessly watch you break down again. Your knuckles turn white upon holding my sheets so tight, and your tears spill over them. My frown deepens upon watching you devastated, so depressed, but it's not in my power to help you today.
What would you give to have the previous night relived; wherein we talked and laughed and kissed and cuddled to sleep? What would I give to have that night relived?
Chan, I am sorry. I should not have taken my own life.
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Apologies From The Grave » bangchan
Fanfic"I'm sorry, I couldn't stay... not even for you." In which he tries to cope with his loss. - a Bang Chan fanfiction - trigger warning: suicide, death, heavy themes - angst - short story - completed
