she goes there every day.
i go there everyday.
"what's your name?"
"you don't need to know."
but i already know.
"my name is Jimin."
silence.
i hate the silence.
i hate that it follows me
when i'm with her.
but i also love the silence,
my thoughts devouring me
because it accompanied me
when i had no one else.
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rooftop {p.jm}
Short Storyif I hadn't wrapped my arms around your waist and pulled you back that night would we even be friends?
