[ food ]
I remember the time when I will bring you some food because you wouldn't go out of your room. I feel really worried, because you might starve yourself. I can't let you do that. Every time I will come back at your door, I will find an empty plate, telling me that you couldn't resist the urge of eating my cooking. There's a faint smell of newly cooked bacon and eggs on the door, the ones you cook for me when I was devastated, yet there's something off.
Those aren't yours.
BINABASA MO ANG
I REMEMBER.
Fanfiction❝ Because I remember every single detail of you, it hurts❞ °NAMJIN 2017 | completed ©ILSANCYPHERS
