eve was shaking.
she was shaking from head to toe. shaking, shaking, shaking.
fear seemed to envelop her as she thought of the worst possible outcome that could happen to her.
eve felt dirty.
she had wanted to write on her diary today, about how taehyung seemed lonely again, far away from everyone in class. that maybe she could help.
but her own thoughts seemed to take over, and she found herself crying instead.
"you wanted this too, didn't you?"
she could hear seokjin's alluring voice in her mind again, whispering her unspoken secrets that she thought no one would ever found out about.
"you can't lie to me, baby."
she had been too obvious. she thought-- she had thought that perhaps she had liked seokjin.
perhaps that was why she stopped struggling.
his grip formed bruises on her arms, and eve remembered it hurt like hell. a burning pain made specially just for her.
her core ached, and it kept aching.
and for as long as she felt pain, she would've felt it, and she would've felt him.
she put her diary away.
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i thought of taehyung in the last paragraph im dead why do i feel so sad
