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The Last

The Last

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mar, ott 17, 2017
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This is the playlist I listen to when I'm writing sad shit so if you wanna listen while you read here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLo9XxNgPaf55Xp07kEPx-EyuTs7Yx7bdG Some of us have come face-to-face with the monster that lurked under our beds when we were children. Some of us have truly learned the way it hungers and bites and screams and how hateful and horrible and dark that creature can be. Min Yoongi has too. OR Incredibly dark vent. Highly Yoongi-centric and just spurs of solid darkness inspired by that good old heart-wrenching song by Agust D 'The Last'. WARNING: This fic contains self-harm, self-hatred, weird poetic drabbles, anorexia, bulimia, body dysmorphia, insomnia, the monster that lives inside you and want to eat you from the inside out, pinching/bruising, crying, blood, more blood, a lot of metaphors, a scratchy blanket, and a beautiful man who doesn't deserve any of it.
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He's always watching those couples on the streets, holding hands, smiling gleefully. He watches, in silence. Only wishing that he could one day have someone to hold his hand and smile up (or down - he's short) at him that way. He shakes his head, smiling, laughing inwardly at how pathetic he is. Be patient, your time will come. He keeps reminding himself. He stares out of the cafe's glass facade, his warm breaths making the glass fog up. He wonders for the millionth time if he'll ever fall in love. He wonders for the millionth time if he's met her yet, perhaps crossed paths, unknowlingly. He wonders, once again, if he'll ever know what it feels like to love, and to be loved back. He wonders. ---------- Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual occurrences are purely coincidental. I do not own the characters in this fic (sadly), except for the OCs. This ff is sort of inspired by Tori Kelly's beautiful song titled Dear No One. Enjoy.

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