April, 13, 2010
Hi there, it's Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. Today was a great night. Lonely, but great nonetheless. I got to see the break of dawn again.
I love watching the sky.
April, 13, 2010
Took me two minutes to figure out which day we were today, but yeah. Shit. I'm Jimin by the way. I feel lonely. No one wants me. Eomma always tells me it's fine, but I hear them. Talking about the weird boy who is always alone.
The only moment I actually enjoyed was when I got to bed. I can't remember anything at night. I end up more tired that when I got asleep, but it's worth it. When I wake up, my eyes are full of things I've never seen. I can't explain it but it's true.
Jimin closes the diary softly once he's finished writing, careful not to damage any of his carefully written pages. He appreciates his half of the notebook. His little haven from the twisted world. His most precious treasure, or almost.
He never got to see what's on the other half, but he is fine with that. Or tries to convince himself he is.
After all, they agreed not to do so.
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4 o'clock (K.th. P.jm)
FanfictionHe used to be a dream. He became a part of him. Now he's just a midnight bittersweet memory.
