i miss our walks. i miss those dusk strolls, where we talked about anything and nothing. i miss the tiny wrapped-up delicacies you used to bring. i miss.
tiny flowers.
tiny words.
too small,
too small to express
my love.
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"miss" / xingyun angst
FanfictionChongyuns journal as he journeys through the land of grief and poetry. After losing his best friend, the one he cherished, he takes up poetry as a way to remind himself of that soft love. TWS!! death, su!c!de implications, repetitive words, strong...
