I knocked on his mom’s door again.
She greeted me with tears in her eyes. I told her where I was going and she only hugged me and said a quick ‘thank you’.
I took a cab to where Sunoo was. I paid the cab driver and made my way out.
I don't know why I had flowers with me. It’s not like he’d accept them.
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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
