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»it isn't over

"hello?"

all the air inside my lungs drained in a matter of seconds, just like it did when I saw you come through the door that night.

the night that made things end up like this.

anyhow, relief took over me knowing you were well.

 and also knowing that you didn't change your phone number.

"who is-"

I figured realization stopped you from speaking any further.

while silence filled the space between us, I started regretting calling you like this.

hoping you'd give me the closure I needed.

you shouldn't have picked up my call.

you should've cussed at me for doing so.

I wanted you to give me a reason for me to run to you or away from you.

why did you leave me halfway, taemin?

this was one of those rare times, where we shared our thoughts

because you said you'd be waiting for me.

so I guess we both knew it wasn't over.