The loving stare, the fleeting touches.
Were all of it a hallucination?
Maybe, yes.
It's better to hallucinate than hope for something that will never, ever happen in the first place.
The salty tears stung, the white round petals of lily of the valley strangling him.
His ears and cheeks turn red as the brunette wiped away his tears and booped his nose gently.
Were all of it just a figment of his imagination?
Maybe, yes.
It's better to be killed by your own imagination than hoping for something that will never, ever happen.
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Would Roses Bloom? | Yeonbin
FanfictionThe signs of life now stood as a symbol of death. The love that once bloomed in his heart, now replaced by a flower that pierced its roots deeply into his lungs and suffocated him slowly. Truly, only love could hurt like this - what would love be if...
