she smiled gently; half adoration, half desperation.
how could something so small, so powerless, so easy to erase, carry the light of the universe in its eyes?
'he's beautiful.'
she whispered to nothing in particular. who could she whisper to?
living - no, not living. existing in a space so far from contact had taken a toll on her.
all she ever knew, and all she ever did was watch. watch as everything turned into nothing, then as nothing turned into everything; it was a vicious cycle that she had accustomed to.
but if there was one thing she could watch for eternity,
for all she had was eternity,
it was him.
'chwe hansol. you really are something.'
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hey angel | chwe hansol
Fanfiction❝ tell me, do you ever try to come to the other side? ❞ - 2020 hansol vernon chwe fanfic
