πππππ ππππ | s. chishiya.
9 parts Ongoing Loves, especially π§πͺπ³π΄π΅ loves, have never been on his mind. They were soβπ±π°πͺπ―π΅ππ¦π΄π΄. Yeah. They were pointless. People get hurt because they were stupid enough to let themselves get hurt. It was... It was a deliberate π€π©π°πͺπ€π¦ to pine and love and cherish.
Wouldn't it be fun, if he allowed himself to pine after, to love, to π€π©π¦π³πͺπ΄π© this girl? To choose her, because if he did, he might as well have chosen his own damn heart?
Would he? Choose his heart? For once in his life, would he give in to the same madness that killed Romeo and Juliet, the same kind of delusion that caused the Trojan War?
He looks to her, memorizes the rise and fall of her breath. He lets her hand goβthe warmth lingers. The warmth lingers.
ππ°πΆππ₯ π©π¦?
(or, kwon jangmi is a monochrome
young woman with a few red streaks
in her legacy. the borderlands are hell-
bent on changing that, apparently.)
πΎπππππππΌ π πππ!ππΎ
πππΌπππ: πππππππ