t̷h̷o̷s̷e̷ m̷e̷m̷o̷r̷i̷e̷s̷ ✔️

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Jeno didn't even flinch when he heard a knock at his door. It was the only thing he's been hearing— other than silence and his own breathing— for the past two days.

"Can I come in?" A voice said.

Jeno didn't reply. He stayed silent.

"I'm coming in."

The door opened slowly, revealing Jeno's mother. She was carrying a plate of food, which she knew he wouldn't eat, but it was worth a try. Anything was worth a try at this point.

She set the plate on the bedside table. "Think about it, please?"

When she got no response, she sighed and left the room. The food would probably sit and rot, but there was nothing she could do about it.