In the end, Jisung knew life wasn't finished with him, he felt it deep in his soul.
After all, Jisung didn't like sad ending.
A cliché-cheesy-angsty story, made by a struck romantic girl.
/!\ Mentions of drugs, addiction, alcohol, unintentional self...
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Without rain, nothing grows. Learn to embrace the storms in your life ⇽ ೃ
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27 January , 2020.
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It was past midnight, the moon was high and clear in the dark sky, sparkling inexistant stars decorating the immense blue.
Yet, Minho couldn't sleep.
It wasn't the first time, he couldn't close his eyes for less than 2 hours if he was lucky. And it's been like this since 6 months. Everyone was celebrating the new year but him. Sparkling promises, breaking it, and wishing for the best.
Him-and his seven others friends- couldn't smile, or if they did, it would last for a minute before fading away in a breath. The only thing left, were his eyes, salty and flooding tears tracing his already hollow cheeks. After weeks, no sound came out of him, only those fucking tears.
