Read // Taohun

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This is a piece I originally wrote and I think it will fit this story well.

Sehun's blonde bangs fell into his eyes as he read the letter.

The letter was from a person he thought he loved, but could love no longer for he had been abandoned.
This was the last thing that kept Sehun holding on to his life.
He hoped this note would explain why he was abandoned.
Sehun opened it up, and began to read:

From: Huang Zitao

I want to know what it feels like to hold someone's else's hand. I crave for the warmth that starts in the hand and quickly strikes the heart. I want to smile at the thought of seeing my lovers smile; admire the way their eyes crinkle up in happiness and observe the way their chest rises and falls with laughter. I want my favorite color to be the color of their eyes in the bright sunlight, their dark brown turn into a sweet toffee color. I want my favorite pass time to be hearing them breathe next to me. I would lie awake and smile at their soft, annoying snores and small rustling. And once I can admire all of these small things along with excepting their weird, annoying quirks or maybe the fact that I buy creamer for their coffee even though I hate creamer; I will be in love.
But love is hard to find for a person like me. I crave love just as much as I fear it. I fear it because I've never felt it before. My heart has never beat for someone else, I've never gave myself up to one person. It's always been me, myself, and I. It hurts to love just as much as it hurts to be lonely.
Maybe that's my biggest downfall: I want to love, but I can't love.

Bye Sehun,
Your lover

Sehun looked down