I fell asleep in Taehyung's arm after crying my eyes out again.
The guys stayed the night, to look after me.
I watched them fall asleep because I have trouble sleeping sometimes.
I sat on the floor, watching them as they rest peacefully. How I wish I could sleep like that.
I didn't realise till the morning, that I had no clue what I did last night.
I had seemed to lost all memories of the night before. The loss of memory had happened before, but was never this serious.
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Jin was forced to leave, so I was alone again.
I decided to go out, because I rarely ever see the sunlight.
I slumped into my room and open my cupboard to find clothes that would cover my arms, but instead I found some clothes that I didn't own.
There was a pretty little blue dress, there were multiple news shirts, a few mini skirts and some shorts. All colourful clothes. I knew they were not mine because I threw away all of my colourful clothes, I only have black and grey.
Deeply confused I quickly changed into some dark clothes, and headed out.
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{2 days later}
I sat on the kitchen bench doing nothing like usual, when I noticed a small piece of paper sitting on the table.
I looked at it, I seemed to be a shopping list, but I had no clue who's it was. I had never seen this handwriting before, I knew the boys handwriting, it was definitely not them and not me either.
That was the last thing I could remember, before waking up on the couch several hours later.
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Have a guess who wrote the letter,
Sorry for short chapters, but I'm to lazy to write anymore.
So enjoy this shitty chapter.
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Lost. || BTS FF ||
FanfictionAll she wanted was to forget the night that took him away, but even if she forgot it wouldn't make her better. The trauma made something odd happen, it I would now be an ongoing struggle for her to figure out how to adapt to it.
