taehyung
i laid in my bed trying to escape reality and keep my mind off things for a while, like i'd usually do before i met hyerin.
damn it, thought of her again.
i placed my playlist filled with tearjerking sentimental songs on shuffle, the loudest silence by maurice moore played.
i took a deep breath and closed my eyes while trying to shake off any certain thought that would make my head sting in pain again.
i spoke too soon.
"i don't think there's a word for what it is!" cried the woman at the very beginning of the song.
then i heard the voice of a man, "actually, there is a word for that, it's love. i'm in love with her, okay?
if you're looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it's love!
and when you love someone, you just, you don't stop, ever. even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy, even then, especially then!
you just, you don't give up because if i could give up, if i could just, you know, take the whole worlds advice and... move on and find someone else that wouldn't be love! that would be, that would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for!"
i hadn't realized tears had already rushed down from my eyes down to the pillow beneath my face as i was laying sidewards.
i miss her. i really do.
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long sleeves » taehyung
Fanfiction"why do you always wear long sleeves?" "d-don't ask," but then again, his thoughts continued to drift upon what could have been under the knitted piece piece of clothing. - TRIGGER WARNING: contains angst, mentions of suicide and depression, self-ha...
