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It hurt. It still did. Whenever I see or hear anything related to him, my heart crumbles. Lee Chan. His name, I once always adored hearing. But now, it reminds me of guilt, regret, sadness.
The snow falls harder than before. Ordinary people would be inside their homes, cuddled up with their blankets. But me, I'm standing here in the middle of nowhere, letting snow pour up on me. It was cold. But this didn't matter to me. My heart hurt more. Things were falling off. I'm losing hope.
I miss him. I miss us. I miss everything about us. I missed how we used to resolve fights with tickles. How we used to blow each other kisses. How much we loved each other.
May the memories guide me back to our love.
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Childhood. Friendship. Love. Endings.
Songjoo x Chan
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