I went over to Sunoo’s house today, hoping for some clarity.
I heard scuffling inside, but only his mom answered the door. He wasn’t home.
So I headed to the mall alone.
I walked into the clothing store, he used to pick out clothes for me to try on.
I came out of the fitting room and looked at the leather chair. It used to have him sitting there.
I didn’t buy anything. It felt wrong without him.
I went straight home after.
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not the same // heesun au
Short Storythis is just a super short story i wrote last year. it's almost like a poem but not really? i dont really know what type of story this is but i hope you like it anyway
