"Things have come to an end, Yoongi," she
smiled, but I ignored the mockery
that laced her lips.
"What do you mean?" I choked out as my
my heart burned to ashes.
"We can no longer do this," her lips lightly
twitched, I could tell, because I focused
on them, "I need to fall in love
with someone, Yoongi."
"Me," I blurted out, "fall in love with me!"
I must've sounded crazy, because
she began to laugh at me,
but I was desperate.
"I'm sorry, Yoongi."
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