the room is dark, but the moon is bright, casting shadows from the window across the room. it's 2am and i really should be asleep but it's hard when the music is playing softly and i'm whispering the lyrics like a prayer, like maybe if i somehow say them enough you'll hear me from halfway across the world because you've moved far away from me. far from the city we both grew up in, where we shared our first kiss, and said i love you for the first time. now you've blocked my number and no matter how much i want to i don't get to say i love you anymore.
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one shots // phan
Fanfictionjust some one shots i write when i suddenly get an idea. i take requests so message me if you have one.
