a waste always goes in the bin. always.
she threw her art in the bin, pitying the waste of time she did. and the waste of ink.
jin saw a book in the trash. the corner was chipped on its top right, dark frilled pages in contrast to the beige ones that survived. soo kyu's.
he went to the last scrawled page of the book, black greeting him with hidden secrets. he read them backwards.
it clashed with his notebooks as he went to the park, weight behind him.
YOU ARE READING
prism [ kim s.j ] ( fin )
Fanfiction❝ if you live to be a hundred, i wish to live a hundred minus a day so i'll never have to live without you. ❞ ❝ what does that mean? ❞ ❝ i love you too. ❞ ⇶ when seokjin sees colour, the rain comes by too quick † lower cased intended ...
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