"She's gone?" My fingers flinched, shaking. My mind spun, I felt dizzy—it seemed as the clock stopped ticking, the tv muted, everything just, was frozen. My hand guided me tumbling towards the nearest couch, a stinging sensation burning my eyes. "Sungmin" her name came out as a whine, almost I was a puppy whining for their owner to come back.
(The past)
I jumped, laughing as water hit her face—shock evident. "You little bastard!!" She screamed, wiping the extra water dripping down on her cheeks. "Sorry sorry" I apologized, bringing her wet body into my chest—trying to warm her up with my heat. "I'm fucking cold now" she complained, her still body inching closer. "Well you get a hug from me, be happy" I sasses—letting a huff out.
"LIKE HELL I WOULD NEED ONE OF IT WASNT FOR YOU"
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"She's gone"
And all I have left, is the pictures and this book—reminding me each and every time I read it. That maybe, if, i didn't listen to Zoe,—she would be safe in my arms, telling me she's going to fight for me. She's going to live for me. And she that she loves me.
I'm jealous Of you.
You're happy and free
While I'm stuck here, living the human life of guilt and regret
YOU ARE READING
BTS imagines
Fiksi PenggemarAngst, Fluff Imagines Some are super cute, some are super cruel --------------------------- 「（°ㅁ°）」 -jungfuqq
