The Love I Lost (A BTS Jungkook Fan Fiction)
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  • Reads 931
  • Votes 46
  • Parts 5
  • Time 15m
Ongoing, First published Sep 20, 2015
I couldn't handle it anymore. It was all too much. I just wanted to end it and be gone. Maybe nobody would have to worry about me anymore. I walked down the quite street in the pouring rain ,freezing. He promised. I began to feel warm water streaming down my face. I hate crying. I turned and seen a huge Mac truck heading this way. Quickly I stepped out in the middle of the road. Ready to end it all. As it got closer I felt more and more ready. Then  I seen a big flash of bright lights come upon me.
Then everything went black.
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