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A knock resounded downstairs.
My mother answered.
I heard her footsteps upon the stairs a few seconds before she peeks into my room.
I still sat.
I still ran my hands over the covers.
"Hey," my mom called softly.
Her eyes were red and puffy.
She'd been crying.
Should I cry?
"Your friends are downstairs," she told me.
"I don't have any friends," I replied quietly.
I don't have any friends.
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65 Days Left || P.JM
FanfictionWe were reckless. How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs? We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin. And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
