You felt your tears stream down your face like rivulets, staining the pillow.
It was the pain. The torture.
About what he did to you.
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"Shh...don't cry. I'm here."
You were glad to have him.
A guy named Kim Taehyung.
If not, you wouldn't know what to do.
"How could he do this to you?"
He never seemed the type to lose his cool.
He hated the fact you loved that so called asshole of a dad, that treats you like shit.
He knew he was all you needed, but he couldn't stand it any longer. _____________________________________
"I didn't know which one you wanted, so I got them all." He takes out three tubs of ice cream, all completely different flavours, but you fancied all anyway.
"And I know just the thing to cheer you up."
"A movie marathon." He says, plopping down on the couch, patting the empty seat beside him.
"Thanks, Tae. I don't know what'd I'll do without you."
"You'd end up on the street, that's what." He snorts, earning a playful hit on his arm.
The two snuggle up under the warm canopy of blankets, he insisted on making a bed fort later.
Despite all the inconveniences.
"Of course I have to be there for you. I promised, didn't I?"
It took a while for you to realise how much you needed him.
He told you he was going to be busy all week.
Of course, you were happy for him, but it soon hits you when you discover he wouldn't be able to be there for you as much anymore.
No more hugs.
No more late night texts and occasional snuggles.
The latter realises you were stuck deep in a train of thought, and places a hand on your knee, the warmth from his palm snaps you out of the daze.
