
Two Years, A Lifetime They said love was meant to heal. But ours was a beautiful sickness - a slow-burning fever that neither of us dared to cure. He smiled at me like I was a secret he wasn't supposed to find, and I smiled back like I didn't know it would ruin us both. We were reckless. We were selfish. We were real. And yet, the world - with its sharpened knives and heavy judgments - tore us apart. He backed away while I stepped closer. He turned to leave while i was the one holding onto him for my life.. "Give me two years," I begged. "Let me love you like we have forever." He said yes. I thought it meant always... I thought. *Please be aware that the following content is solely a part of imagines. The following acts written in the story has nothing to do with the mentioned idol. Read it only as an entertainment purpose only.* *THE STORY LINE BELONGS TO ME.* *THE CREDIT OF THE PICTURE IN THE COVER BELONGS TO THE OWNER. I DON'T CLAIM ANY CREDITS OF THE PICTURE*All Rights Reserved
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