There is the flutter of leaves,
the shine of the sun in your eyes,
and the pitter patter of raindrops against your skin.
The breeze flows through your hair, and I watch as you once again, fly away with it.
Jeon Jeongguk, you look very beautiful in the wind.
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a short story.
this chapter may also alternatively be the prologue.
i've written all the chapters already, and I'll be updating daily.
there are only 8 chapters.
trigger warning:
violence
references to depression
extra: this story can also be considered a complete contrast story to 'help', which is published under my profile.
