He no longer feels the timid beat of your heart or the soft breathing from your lungs.
He openly sobs as he crashes on his knees
and cradle you in his arms.
With soft coos of you name,
he places a lingering kiss on your forehead.
"No, thank you,
Marigold Baby"
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MARIGOLD BABY. | m.yg✔️
Fanfiction《 you're my muse, but he's yours, will you please at least grant me one last dance? 》
