He opened the door and the first thing that caught his eyes was a small white envelope in the middel of the corridor. He took his shoes off and unzipped his jacket.
He picked it up and made his way to the living room but stopped when he saw the sloppily written down and smudged letters which where forming his own name
Park Jimin
on the folded paper, he could always tell who this handwriting belongs to. He ripped the envelope open, because he couldn't stand that frightening feeling, which goes through him with a wave of goosebumps, any longer.
All the things you didn't do
were the things I wanted from you
I said 'I love you'
and you said you loved me too
but it wasn't the same love I felt for you.
Sadly, that's a thing I've always knew
you can't tell me I have a wrong point of view,
because that wouldn't be true.
I hope you'll live your life like you always wanted to.
Even if I'm not with you.
And when we are seeing each other in our next lifes again, you better love me too,
because I'll never stop loving you.
Goodbye. Forever
I love you.
He closed his eyes and tried taking a deep breath, but he couldn't. He fucking couldn't. He opened his eyes again just to realized that his view was too blurred from the tears which were building up. He choked on the feeling of his empty lungs. He breathed in. And out. In. Out. In. Out. He took short and rapid breaths, he was almost hyperventilating, but then there was a voice echoing in his head - two to be exact; one of them was his own and the other was the voice from the Author of the note he just found.
'I-Uhm... I l-love you,'
'I know that, twerp. I love you too.'
'B-but...'
He looked down on the letter. The thin paper became heavier in his hands, with every passing second. He read the last lines again. And again. Neither able nor willing to understand them.
Ik my english skillz ain't the best, but I'm trying kkk?! XD
PLEAAAASE correct me if anything is wrong bc i wanna know where my mistakes are and stuff ya know? :')
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너는 나 나는 너 || YoonMin
RomanceHe picked it up and made his way to the living room but stopped when he saw the sloppily written down and smudged letters which where forming his own name Park Jimin on the folded paper, he could always tell who this handwriting belongs to.
