Jun was silent today.
The dark rings under his eyes had also grown larger.
He didn't bring his ukulele in either.
And from what I could tell there was a dry pattern on his face. Signalling that he'd been crying.
I'd asked him what was wrong but he didn't reply. Only staring into nothingness.
He didn't deserve whatever was happening.
I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, silently telling him that he wasn't alone.
No one's alone.
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Ukulele Boy | Junhui
General Fiction"You look at me like there's something worth looking at." ✗Wen Junhui✗ ❖Trigger Warning❖
