Author's Note: Since this one is so short, sorry in advance. I will update two times today, so the next one will be up after this one. Maybe in a few minutes or hours but it will happen today. Sorry again because this one is short.
I was 15 when I didn't know or have anything. Theworld seemed to be so big and I was small beside it. I couldn't even imaginewho I used to be, someone without a single ounce of scent, someone who wasempty. It was hard to imagine myself, the myself that I knew before. I love my brother;I thank my friends who are like my brothers. They helped me have emotions, Inow have emotions and I became me. They made me begin, smiling with me andfinally, I am me. I couldn't stand it when they would cry, I wanted to cryinstead.
Yet, sadly I couldn't. Since I couldn't cry for them, I would cry withthem. I felt this surge of pain course through my body when they were sad. Whenthey were in pain, it would hurt more than when I was in pain. I would tellthem to just let go, even though I don't know sadness that well but I wouldjust cry because they made me again and again. The me that they had helped memake, they would remind me of who I became repeatedly, just so that I wouldn'tforget. As if I could, but I wouldn't because why should I when I loved who Iwas. The me that had been slowly created and patiently molded to.
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Wings
Truyện NgắnI was kind of inspired by BTS' last album, Wings. I wrote some shorts, and I guess my friends liked it, so I am posting my very first story here. Hope you like it.
