She came.
Should I grab onto hope again?
"Hoseok, stay in here to get better. I want you to get better, okay?" She handed me to a man in a white suit and her heels clicked as they walked her further and further, into the distance.
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Fanfic{Part 3, Ethereal Deaths} Pills. Cells. Hello. World. Freedom. Music. Her. Goodbye. [Also on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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