Your mom gave me your phone after the funeral. She told me to go through it to see if you had left any note inside. Even holding your phone made me feel your presence, like my fingers were laying above yours as the phone rested in the palm of my hand. I struggled to keep my vision clear and clicked on notes.
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promise | jongin
Fanfictioni hated knowing that you dreaded every second of your life. Started - June 2016 Finished - Aug 2016 [1k - 1 Aug]