We don't fit, we're so different. . . But whenever he smiles at me all those differences disappear.
Living life without your light is agonizing with pain and sorrow. I may not have told that to Jimin, but I am happy whenever he's around.
A couple of months have passed and each day just hurts me so bad.
Why did I suddenly liked him this much?
Ah, was it because of that night when everyone looks at me as if I should die and I shouldn't be walking around the streets anymore— happen to be the same night when I bump into Jimin and he smiled at me like no one did before.
He held his hands up for me to reach and ask if I was okay?
He was so nice to me.
He was so nice to someone as bad as me.
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DIFFERENT || P.JM
Short Storyit's when she noticed their differences... "He's an angel, I'm a demon."
