a week passed painfully slow. my eyes are puffy, red and incredibly swollen.
everywhere i go, i get reminded of him; the way he would hold my hands tightly to keep them warm when it was cold, the small tug on the corner of his lips that would appear when he was happy, the way he would chuckle as he ruffled my hair when he was proud of me and, his sudden but rare warm embraces that i truly loved.
as i walk towards places we usually frequented, i cannot help but feel empty. he's not here with me.
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toxic | m. yoongi
Short Storytoxic is holding on to something that is not meant to be.