They told me they found you laying in your bed. They thought you were asleep.
But they touched your arm and you were cold.
You were... dead.
You had overdosed on painkillers the night before and went to bed, fallen asleep. And went away peacefully.
Peacefully.
As if peacefully would soften the blow.
You were dead.
And there was nothing I could do to change that.
I cried so much, I stayed out of school for days. Locked myself in my room, and cried.
Why?
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Dysania | Kim Taehyung
FanfictionDysania (n.) Finding it extremely hard to get out of bed in the morning