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My phone that rested on the countertop next to me lit up and buzzed with text messages from Taeyong.

He had known where I was. He always knew and had always come to help me .

Every time I went out and drank the world away,

He came for me.

I hated that he was so caring and kind. It would be so fucking easy to forget if he was just an ass.

It would have been easier to move on.

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