Day by day passes by, leaving nothing but a useless dust on the surface of the shelves in his room. A whole two months are away and his current state is able to be described as 'mentally unstable.' He didn't receive a single call from the small person that is always the first person he thinks of in any situation. He didn't hear about him for so long.
It doesn't feel right at all.
'Is he doing well?'
'Is he eating well?'
'Is he thinking about the times we spent together as well?'
'Is he alright?'
"Time heals all of our wounds, right?"
"Then why is it the other way round in this situation?"
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♡; the man who was once the one i loved the most
Fanfictionㅡ All the memories are only a memory now and the present time is just a bad nightmare.
