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I SEE A DEAD BOY FLOATING ASHORE.
She remembers it clearly.
How she had pushed him into the river when they were twelve.
And he hit his head.
She wonders if he remembers when she told them that his foot slipped off the ledge and fell.
Of course he does not remember,
Because he is dead.
He is clad in the color of black and she wonders where he got the clothes from.
Suddenly it strikes her; he is wearing the same clothes as that summer evening seven years ago.
She looks up at him and gasps.
A boy with a young face, once full of mischief but in that moment it looked more like a skull, comforted by his collars.
"Jeongguk I am so sorry."
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SKIN & BONES
FanfictionGoodnight stars, goodnight air and goodnight noises everywhere.
