Fat, salty tears rolled down my cheeks as I let out an empty laugh. I was being pathetic. Again. It seemed like throwing pity parties for myself had become a routine. The tears flowed like water drops, and I thought how nice it would be if I drowned in it.//50 words
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Short and Sweet
FanfictionA (maximum) 50 word per chapter one-shot/prompt collection. These stories are inspired by single words/objects and will either be featuring Mamamoo, or un-named, leaving the characters to your imagination! If this explanation is still unclear, take...
