FEUILLEMORTE [SEONGJOONG]

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𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊

𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎?
𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘.

𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢.

𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗?

.・゜゜・

His gaze remained fixated upon the ground, the canvas of yellow and brown laid beneath his feet in a vast multitude, slight tinges of a dying green still bordering a few, more drifting down the air to join the crowd. A light breeze set the branches above in motion, a rustling sound filling the ambience. Silence prevailed.

A prominent sight of departure, yet bearing the promises of a faithful return.

That's how it works, doesn't it? Good times following bad ones and ill hours trudging behind the blissful moments.

But for him, that wasn't the occurrence.

As there were no promises of happy hours, neither of revival and nor of a return.

The change had already happened.

And unfortunately, it was permanent.

.・゜゜・

[A SEONGJOONG FANFICTION]