Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

❝ just smile for me baby. ❞ ❝ but, hey, isn't it sad that you were the one who wiped it off my face? ❞ ©aestheticallyjikook 2016ㅣcompleted

At the end of Trees, I looked down into the crowd. As I skimmed through the people's faces, I immediately froze on one extremely familiar face. Debby.