The time i spent loving him , I guess, i guess deep down somewhere, we both had a hunch , that love or whatever it was in between us , it wasn't a Forever sort of thing, maybe that's the reason why he loved me like there's no tomorrow.
And how...
A/N: Hello , I hope you're all doing good. Winters here do stay warm and healthy. This week I watched Frozen II , I've always been a Disney fan. You guys should watch too. And also, do enjoy the chatpter. — ❣️.
{ Ps: don't skip the diary entries. They're more important than you'd realise}.
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"You've gone so far , Looking at you is my place , But why do I keep wanting to Call out to you ?"
It takes her half an hour to make it from her car to her apartment. After the long torturous walk up she goes to the bathroom and find some old pain pills She'd stuffed into a cabinet. She swallows two of them and then falls onto her bed and stares up at the ceiling.
She can't comprehend the fact that she's gonna be stuck in this apartment for an entire week. She grabs her phone and texts BamBam , her manager.
Bam: Sprained my ankle. I'm fine, but can I send you a list of things to grab for me at the store?.
She drops her phone onto her bed, and for the first time since she moved here, She's thankful BamBam lives fairly close to her. It actually hadn't been that bad. Bambam has always been like a Little brother (in many ways a brother actually is ).
Her phones dinging catches her attention.
Mom: Honey , I heard everything's settled in. Hoping to come and visit soon. — love , Mom.
She sighs, great , she just gave her mother a reason to Visit her , she just wasn't ready for it .
She had felt a lot of resentment toward her mother for never leaving Nickhyun.Even though a lot of that resentment has faded when it comes to her mother, She'd still have the same feelings when She thinks of her father. It can't be good, still holding on to so much bitterness toward her father. But dammit, he was awful. To her mother, to her, to Kook.
She had been so busy with her mother's emotional breakdowns and secretly searching for a new building between her busy Schedules that she haven't had time to finish reading the journals She started reading all those months ago.
She hops pathetically to her closet, only tripping once. Luckily, she catches herself on her dresser. Once She has the journal in hand, She hops back to the bed and gets comfortable.
She has nothing better to do for the next week now that She can't work. She might as well commiserate over her past while She's forced to commiserate in the present.
