Hemos actualizado nuestras Pautas de Contenido.
Consulta las pautas más recientes para seguir compartiendo historias de forma segura.
A Sense of Belonging

A Sense of Belonging

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 221
  • WpVote
    Votos 1
  • WpPart
    Partes 4
WpMetadataReadContinúa6m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación vie, jun 9, 2017
WpInfo
Fanfic
I saw him accidentally on TV screen. But I fall for him so hard. He becomes the reason of my happiness, my loneliness, my sadness, my successes, the reason why I dun wanna wake up every morning coz I can meet him only in my dreams. I feel so lost because of loving him not as an idol but as my Mr. Right. I cry every night because I miss him and want to be with him but he didn't even know me, didn't know my existence, until that moment ~~~
Todos los derechos reservados
#809
produce101
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • ㅤׅㅤ୧ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ㅤthe  sound  ㅤׅი      hhj  ,   lfx  ,   y/n
  • CEO Mr.Park || A PJM FF ✅
  • PARIS || Park Jimin FF
  • Two Worlds Apart🥀
  • FATE | A Kim Namjoon FF |
  • My Sweet Insomnia || HAOBIN
  • Magic word;yoonmin
  • 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ park sunghoon
  • 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 | ʏᴏᴏɴᴍɪɴ ✔
  • Don't Far Away (Jungkook FF 21+)

Another tear fell from his eyes, rolling down the constellations on his freckle-dusted cheeks to add to the small puddles at his feet. Those eyes, the beautiful hazel eyes that I had fallen in love with, were empty of their stars. As his breath hitched on another sob and he bit his trembling lower lip, I realized that I had done that to him; I had stripped his eyes of the stars that sparkled in them whenever he saw me, I had ruined what he felt - what we both felt towards each other. I had hurt him, and I wanted so badly to tell him why. I wanted to tell him everything, but that would hurt him even more. That would 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 him. So I had to leave it at that. A broken promise. A broken heart. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 heart, which he so willingly gave to me that night on the rooftop - no, even before that, the night on top of the Ferris Wheel, when we thought we were on top of the world. He raked a shaking hand through his hair as his body, vulnerable, trembling as he sobbed, slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Giving me his heart was a mistake, and as I gazed down at the broken pieces shattered on the floor around me, I knew it wasn't because he was naive, too sweet, too easily trusting. I knew it was a mistake because of 𝘮𝘦.

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido