*·˚ ༘♡ ⋮ Venice.
The distinguishable aroma of coffee was present in your nostrils as you exited the counter, your footsteps seen going towards the shelves that contained a lot of different objects that the customers leave whenever they feel like moving on from their horrible past.
And remembering what your most recent customer had mentioned, you started searching for a clipboard that he had supposedly left.
You instantly squinted your eyes at the sight of it as soon as you found it. It wasn't because it was something different from the usual clipboards that you would see around your school or from a bookstore, but because of its torn apart feature.
It seemed as if one had decided to play with the item, or worse, used all their negative emotions to mess it up. And if you were to guess what made it like that, you would assume that the owner used a scissor and dug it on the surface of the clipboard.
Without any second thoughts, you placed your hand on the object, your fingertips sliding on its exterior. There, the time eventually came to a stop just for you, your environment suddenly fading to gray then continuously to black, with the background noise of the metropolis minimizing itself down— getting replaced by a new set of circumstances, signifying that you were about to behold the bittersweet memories of Dashiel, the one who left the clipboard on the shelf.
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false hope.
Fanfictionacting as a doctor for their play, dashiel was given a laboratory gown, a stethoscope, and a clipboard. izara (you), the props maker, took charge in that feature & purposely wrote her phone number on the clipboard. - this hwang hyunjin one shot (soc...
