Chapter 17: Intoxicated with the scent of you in the car
I don’t want to wake up forever.
I rush off stage as a stylist hands me a towl to pat my face from where some tears slipped past my tear ducts.
I don't want to see you or her.
So I get into my car. The scent of you is there lingering in the air leaving me to cry.
In the passenger seat are roses.
White ones.
My favorite.
With a note in your handwritting I cry harder.
"I love you."
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't.
Fanfiction"We're getting married." "I'm happy for you guys." Completed • ✔. Edited • ✖️. Cover: @baekyoomin
