The flowers never seemed to droop.
They had to be made of plastic and paper, yet they felt so real. And they smelt so nice.
Somehow, they would mysteriously change colors. One day they would be blue, and another they would be yellow. They would never change shape, but they would always change colors. Maybe they switched them out whilst I was sleeping, to keep me on my toes when I awoke.
But why?
Why keep my mind working, yet throw my body in this godforsaken room to rot?
Maybe I would never know the answer.
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Into The Deep End
FanfictionJin doesn't remember why he was locked in a strange room, but he knows that he has to be there for a reason. When things get strange he starts seeing the other members and he knows that he must get to them... and get to them fast. This story is base...
