arrows (yoonseok fanfiction)

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I'm in the same bed

the window is closed

and the subject is sitting

in a chair next to me.

But there are so many colors

swirling before my eyes

and I can't tell 

real from imagined.

I'm weak

I cannot rise

but through the colors

the subject stays stagnant

he says

with a gentle hand

brushing my hair out of my face

"You're going to be okay."