The Supporting Act
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"Thank you for not falling in love with me."
His hot breath and the taste of alcohol tickled my ear, but I just felt my heart freeze instantly.
Swallowing the bitterness, my body trembled along with my shattered heart.
I closed my eyes, letting him bury his face into my neck.
I can't feel the temperature of the moonlight, nothing but howling wind around us, making me shiver from head to toe.
Since you've told me thank you, is it that I can apologize and tell you bravely...
--I love you.
There will always be leading roles and supporting roles in a love story.
No matter how you try to change the ending, the supporting role will forever be the abandoned one.
And what's waiting for them at that very last page,
Not the perfect fairytale ending but scars and bruises from a broken heart.
--And I'll always only be your supporting role
This is the translation of the story '配角戲' by 佐夏, go support the author here: http://www.popo.tw/users/mystery488289
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