Cotton Candy Boy | Jimin ✓

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I could tell that her phone wasn't turned off. The incessant beep was the evidence. But I couldn't tell why she wasn't picking up. All my texts had been seen by her. I noticed the three dots which showed that she was typing several time but all those times those dots suddenly disappeared, as if she didn't know what to say.

I had stopped going to the café. It reminded me too much of her.

I had seen Layla several times and whenever she tried to talk to me, I ignored her. I wanted to avoid everything and everyone that reminded me of her. But how could I avoid my own self?

My own self reminded me of her. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. My broken eyes reminded me too much of her.

Sipping on the bitter coffee that had turned cold, I noticed how sun wasn't appearing anything soon. The thick fog had fell upon the city. I couldn't see anything clearly even from the balcony of my penthouse.

The cold gnawed at my skin and my bones. So did longing.

So I dialled her number, deciding that it was going to be last time I called her.