Numbers hang above everyone's head, including yours. You can see everyone's but your own. A death date. They float above your head, a constant reminder of how short some people have it. Short story by: @Zanetehaiden

smile till' your cheeks get six packs.

in which she looked down at his face only to regret that choice. was called, kisses. ( a jeon wonwoo fanfic. ) DISCONTINUED please dont read this, its legit a book of cringe