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I stared at the crack in the ceiling above me.
The steady beeping of my machines resounded in my ears.
My chest ached whenever I thought of you.
I refused to not to do anything for the remaining of my days. I knew that.
I called for the doctor.
When he asked how he could help, I asked for a journal and a pencil.
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65 Days Left || P.JM
FanfictionWe were reckless. How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs? We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin. And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
