she looks like you | k.t.h

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I couldn't sleep that night. Or last night. Or the night before that.

It has been almost three weeks since I last spoke to Taehyung, and I can't forgive myself for breaking his heart the way I did.

To be truthful, I wanted to die. The guilt that I felt inside was eating me alive. So much so, that I felt like I didn't deserve to live.

But she did. Stroking my stomach, I knew I had to somehow get through these next few months. I just didn't know how.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a loud banging coming from the outside of my apartment.

"Sung Yuna!" a voice shouted. "You have two seconds to open this f-cking door!"