This story can be found on Tumblr (I suggest reading it there)
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/eliwastaken :D
Warnings: Mentions of blood, suicide, angst, depression
I also don't expect this to get any reads lol
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The evening breeze ruffled the pale pink cherry blossoms gently. Small bluebirds made their way back to the warmth of their nest before the first snow came, the air was crisp like dried driftwood-ready to snap any second. The streets of Seoul was practically empty save for two people huddled in a narrow alleyway engulfed by the shadows of the neighboring apartment towers.
A boy and a girl going by the names of Eunji and Jisungwere huddled together, clutching onto each other as if it was their last day on earth.
As if tomorrow wouldn't exist.
And maybe, for them, it wouldn't.
©eliwastaken and Zutaradiangelo (wattpad 2020/21)
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The Art of Falling
RomanceShe was falling. Her facade was falling. Her walls were falling. Her whole world- All of it was falling ------------------------------- This story can be found on Tumblr (I suggest reading it there) https://eliwastaken.tumblr.com/ :D
