And now I'm sitting once again between stuffed animals and listen to the mixtape.
I swallowed pills.
All at once.
It's still a bit painful, when I touch the hickeys but that's fine.
I like this kind of pain.
It reminds me of Yoongi and that I'm being loved
I'm alone at the time and I think before it gets serious I will burn those mouth masks.
my window ledge looks empty just like I am.
I am empty now.
It's finished.
I turn up the volume so nobody can hear that water that's filling the bathtub.
It's cold.
Just as cold as Yoongi's eyes when he first looked at me.
I can't feel the cold, I can't feel myself.
And all I can hear is his voice
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"The tub was overfilled and the water swept over the edge with every inch her body seeped deeper in the cold water."
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A/N: And there it goes. Yoongi's happiness.
(Omg sorry)
