𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒆𝒂. 𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆'𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔. 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓. I 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 I exist. A rosekook fanfiction hope you all like it.All Rights Reserved