ᴀʀᴅᴏᴜʀ
/ˈɑːᴅə/
ɴᴏᴜɴ: ᴀʀᴅᴏʀ
ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴏғ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴsɪᴛʏ
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"Did you love him?"
"Yes"
"How much?"
"Does it matter?"
"Why does it not?"
"Because it wasn't enough to make him stay."
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"What is the love that you think you deser...
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Until you met me, drinks in New York city Ooh, you looked so pretty Think I fell in love before I even knew your birthday Kissed you on our first date Somehow, I knew someday This would hurt 'cause I could never let you go
- Crazier Things/Chelsea Cutler
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Every one has demons that doesn't mean we have to push others away in order to keep them in check. Sometimes we need to let others help along with helping them.
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●Taeyong●
Demons? Are they really that easily avoidable? It's not some disease after all which can be cured by some miraculously invented medicine.
The thoughts bubbled in Taeyong's head as he walked out of the room, leaving her to get some rest. He had heard some of the conversations she was having back at the party. At first, it didn't look like anything, it seemed some lover's quarrel but the moment she fell to the ground Taeyong had decided to jump in.
The words that guy had said to her wasn't just cruel they were resentful, hurtful and to some extent, it seemed untrue to him when he heard the man talk about demons, and from Taeyong's perspective, someone who is battling with her demons every day doesn't deserve to be treated that way.
"Is it because I'm damaged that I like damaged people or is it some dark aura kinda thing?", he chuckled to himself as he walked outside the house into the ground, letting the hoodie he had worn before getting out, fall from his head. The dew slowly falling over his head, as he looked up at the sky, a bitter chuckle left his mouth.
What would the girl, who had pushed away someone to keep her demon in check, think of me when she gets to know about the demon I live with?
That was the constant question that was circling in his head.
It was nothing new, he always had these thoughts, just age has taught him how to hide them well enough to not let anyone else notice.
The phone rang inside his pocket making him groan, as he took out the device, Jungkook's name floated over the lock screen.