Is This What You Call Love?

Is This What You Call Love?

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Ostatnia publikacja wt., cze 16, 2015

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THIS IS A SEQUEL TO A STORY GO READ 'Don't Say Goodbye, Not Yet' IT'S THE FIRST STORY IN THIS SERIES! HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE ------------- Xiumin and Luhan seem to have found themselves in an awful situation. Xiumin forgets something that had been important to Luhan which slighty pisses Lu off so be does something that he'll later regret and something that will tear Xiumin apart. Xiumin seems to begin falling back into old habits; some of them becoming way worse than they had been in earlier years of his life. In the end will things become even more broken then before? Or will Xiumin finally give in and forgive Luhan for his foolish actions? •| piece of story as actual preview |• "No Xiumin...my baozi" Run. That's my first instinct and what I begin to do immedietly. I need to get out of here as fast as i possibly can. I run inside, through the house, pushing people out of my way and ignoring Luhan's shouts at me in protest. "Xiumin! No don't go!" He yells at me but I slam the front door and run to my car. Getting in I slam the door and drive away immedietly. I have no idea how to even feel right now Sad? Angry? Where am i even supposed to go? I cant stay here. There's no way in hell I'd ever be able to stay here after what I'd just seen.

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