the flowers on her wall were beautiful in its corporate way. the petals almost looked sweet; if only dried blood wasn't covering the beautiful canvas. every time minjoo entered her room, she could almost detect a fragrance, something remarkably luscious yet suffocating.
at first, the girl had paid no attention to her growing pain. it was merely a cough from not wearing enough layers like the others had told her to. it was merely a cough from never sleeping enough. it was merely a fucking cough.
but a cough turned into coughs, coughs that left what felt like coils scratching underneath her skin.
it was until one day, she bent over as sharply as if she'd been punched in the stomach, and drops of blood-spattered her lap, knees and the filthy dust at her feet - she understood.
God knows how hard she tried to breathe, but all that came were petals after petals; she didn't believe it, she didn't believe that something as superficial as love was killing her, ever so slowly.
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rosy lips
Romance⠀⠀ in which two girls realize their love for each other at the wrong place, the wrong time. (2kim) ⠀⠀
