Polaroid

Beomgyu watched in glee as they all put their hands together, finally putting his own atop theirs.

"Let's promise we make it out of here together and follow our dreams, okay? We'll do it together!"

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The shovel fell from his grasp as he fell to his knees, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He looks around him, five graves laid in a semi circle around him. Each one held a makeshift cross made of some boards of wood he found, names and dates written on them, their dreams on them. All but one had a mound of dirt before the cross, empty, waiting.

neogyuistic May 29, 2023