ANGELIC. [KimTaehyung]

j - hello, old friend

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❛M⃣ila❜

The rain poured aggressively from the New York sky. It was almost as hectic as the city it irrigated, but the calm nature of tiny droplets falling in unison could never be anything but comforting to me. Water so eager to touch the smooth pavement of this concrete city, it leaped from the clouds. It was so joyous to meet the earth.

It was comforting to admire with certainty the most simplistic of natures love stories.

Well, any night, except tonight.

I stood at the doorstep of an old friend, hoping he'd answer the door. Inevitably I couldn't pretend to be okay anymore.

Worlds were falling apart within me. I was burning out of existence and had no idea how to stop myself from feeling a desperate anxiety. There was something I did know though, how to find my way back to someone who once gave me comfort. Even if it brought me more trouble than I bargained for.

Knocking twice I awaited in silence. Deep thoughtful silence. The silence that left no room for anything except vulnerably raw emotions.

Heavy footsteps were heard from the other side, sounds that could only be made by that familiar pair of worn out boots.

The door made a clicking sound, like the loading of a gun. There I questioned if i was willing to place that weapon against my head again.

"Mila?" His voice questioned, it was charming in the way it danced around my ears. In the way it lured me in to a familiar place in my mind.

"What a surprise, I haven't seen you in so long, when did you get back in New York?" The deep voice sang a tune of nostalgia, one my ears hadn't heard in so long and one my heart hadn't pulsed for in ages.

"I need a friend"

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❛T⃣aehyung❜

I had done some digging on him.

His name is Eunwoo, 20, New York native, studying at the Manhattan University.

Everything about him threatened me. The whole history they shared placed me at a disadvantage point. There was one theory proven to be correct; History tends to repeat itself.

Is it true what they say, Old friends never die? I'll test that theory for myself.

Tonight, I will be a good man, at least, until it gets to me.

Please god, let it get to me quicker.

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❛M⃣ila❜