The next day, I went back into the room where he was. I sat down, smiling a bit. I saw that his eyes were a bit softer now. They weren't filled with hatred or suicide like they were yesterday. They were a bit warmer.
I picked up the phone. "Today, I made a friend at the psychiatrist's clinic. We talked a bit about what our lives could be like once we were discharged. I also wore shorts and a tank top today. I was anxious about my scars, but no one said anything to me."
He smiled, and picked up the phone. "I'm glad to hear that."
I looked into his eyes, then talked. "What'd you do today Taehyung-ah?"
He looked at me in awe, as if he'd never been called with so much love and care before.
"I haven't done anything, but sit around in my deadly silent cell." He looked down, clearly sad.
"You'll find happiness too Taehyung."
He looked up, and smiled a bit. His eyes teared up for some reason, and he talked into the phone. "I already did."
I have to live for one more day.
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One More Day|Taehyung (short ff)
Short Story"Stay with me for one more day" You're a suicidal girl, and you're in love with a criminal. He influences you in a way you can't control and you continue to live each day a bit longer just for him. Inspired by @JiminFication
