seventeen prose | daragon

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Jiyong holds the diary tightly as tears started to come down his face, everything is black without her.

He read her diary as if he's with her while she's writing it, stain from her tears was embedded to the pages, he wanted to stop those tears, if only he could.

Dara's mom told him to go home and rest, with a heavy heart he followed but when he arrived resting was his last option, he opened his desk and picked a notebook- he wanted to write what he feels cause his mouth refuses to speak.

November 12, 2016

Dear Dara,

When did things go wrong. What happened to us. You suffered alot without me knowing.

You made me appreciate our lasts and I'm afraid I can't love someone else the way I loved you.

Dara-noona do you remember the last time you told me that you love me, I should've begged to hear that again, I never knew that it will be the last.