He was beautiful despite
the purple tracing his skin,
like clouds do on the sky on nights like these.
Nights in which he was running
along the empty streets,
the overwhelming
ocean sending tears,
purple blue sky rising behind them.
Nights that were so
tragically familiar.
Them holding hands,
running away,
hoping to somehow find the
Neverland they needed.
Because the oceans
were going wild
and with time,
the purple and blue tracing
his skin would
be the death of him.
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Neverland |. Jikook
FanfictionNeverland. a place where lost souls find peace, a place you can call home.
