In the end, Jisung knew life wasn't finished with him, he felt it deep in his soul.
After all, Jisung didn't like sad ending.
A cliché-cheesy-angsty story, made by a struck romantic girl.
/!\ Mentions of drugs, addiction, alcohol, unintentional self...
We reached our destination, people. Thank you, thank you for making me love this fic. It is far from perfect, but I find it raw, and beautiful in its imperfections. So enjoy this last ride.
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In the end, hope shall remains and so will your life.⇽ ೃ
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LOGIN MUSIC....
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⌜⌝ ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.
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Jisung blinked.
Once, twice and thrice.
But only bright light welcomed him, and he wasn't sure if it was a good sign. Or not. If somehow he entered heaven, or whatever was after death. Which by the way, was sad. He would have loved to say 'I love you' to Minho one last time.
"Mister Han? Can you hear me?" A foreign voice called him, successfully snapping him out of his self misery.
Jisung turned around, and oh, the brightness wasn't him meeting his end but just the light coming from the ceiling .
Why was he here anyway? Meeting his end didn't sound that bad, if it would stop his friends suffering. But then again, wouldn't they just be all the more broken?
