WARNING: This chapter includes scenes that might trigger people who experience Anxiety/Depression. Please do not read this if you feel uncomfortable with it
Song of the Chapter: Supermarket Flower by Ed Sheeran (Instrumental)
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It was a rainy cold day outside as you were sitting on the floor, looking at your own reflection. You watched the shadows of the rain rolling down your pale skin as you pulled your knees closer to your chest.
You were lost once again.
Staring at your selved inked tattoo on your right shoulder, you sigh silently to yourself. A tear escaping your left eye tiredly as you didn't had the strength to fight it back.
You didn't even had the strength to fight the cold that was surround you. The only thing you knew was that the hair over your body were standing up high as you were practically freezing. But you didn't fought it back.
Instead, you kept playing with the ballpen between your fingers, your mind wandering back to the words you've written on your own skin.
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"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young & beautiful?"
Rereading your own self made tattoo, you didn't noticed your door creek open. Before you knew it, you felt a presence behind you as the person wraps his long arms around your could frame and pulls you closer.
Blinking slightly, you noticed your boyfriend Wonwoo burrying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your faint sweet smell before leaning his chin on your shoulder, both of your eyes finding each other at the reflection of the mirror.
Not saying a thing but just looking at each other, you let Wonwoo rub the top of your hand with both of his thumbs. You were turning slowly warm against him. You still haven't noticed that you were actually freezing the whole time.
Slipping his fingers between yours, he made you turn around in your sit as he looked at you deeply in the eye.
Cupping your face with both of his hands, he rubbed his thumbs gently against your cold skin before sliding them slowly down to your bare shoulder. Pushing your hair behind it, his eyes landed on the ink on your pale skin.
It lasted for a while before he looked back at you, you felt yourself tear up again.
Reaching out to wipe away the falling tear, he bowed down to your shoulder as he planted his lips on top of the fresh ink.
It felt warm, his lips.
Closing your eyes for a moment, you opened them up again when you felt his lips gone from your skin.
Looking back into his eyes, he says, "I love you, and I always will."