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- 12th February -
I remember it.
I remember it so thoroughly.
How I came home,
smile wide and bright,
bags filled with groceries including your favorite white raspberry yogurt chocolate.
I had no idea
that I would go inside,
say: "I'm home, sweetie".
And instead of the fast steps coming toward me, your arms around me, your lips against mine, your sweet, honey-coated voice greeting me a: "I missed you" before peppering my face in pecks,
I was greeted by silence.
and followed by silence you.
You,
hanging from the ceiling,
a rope around your neck,
face pale,
body motionless,
eyes empty.
All the color that previously danced on your elegant features had faded into an ugly grey.
Your warm and soft hands were cold to the touch.
Your smile, wept, ceasing to exist.
And your previously star-filled, dreamy brown eyes empty and filled with nothing but an endless, dark void.
After the discovery of your body, I think I passed out.
I'm not exactly sure.
But when I revealed my eyes again, I was on the floor, the morning sun peeking through the blinds, gifting the room a bright light.
Then I remember your funeral.
I remember standing there.
Lifeless.
It's funny,
we always seem to mirror each other.
Whether it's a smile or a feeling.
We're soulmates after all,
we're linked.
So now I'm sitting here,
in our room,
on our bed,
on the right side, not the left.
That's your spot.
You see, I was hoping you'd come back.
Return to my side,
in my arms,
deliver warmth to me again.
But I realize now,
you're not.
You will never come back.
Because you're gone.
You're dead.
And I'm alive.
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polaroid » t.k
Short Story"a beautiful shot of a beautiful boy." ;; a short taekook fanfic where jungkook, a photographer that takes only polaroids, lost his soulmate, whom was also the love of his life, by suicide. only having the polaroids as memories of the boy that cease...
