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Sam's never let his hair grow before, he's been in the forces for the few years and it just was easier to keep it regulation then schedule a cut anytime he's called back to base. But he's home now, been home for what feels like forever and 10 seconds all at once.
He's just lost track of time because now his hair is long. Brushing the tips of his ears and finally long enough to tickle the back of his neck. He's grabbing the electric razor and it buzzes to life, looking up at himself in the mirror to shave it back down and he stops. There's a stranger staring back at him in the mirror. It's him, of course its him, but its not. He's put on a little bit of weight, looks older, tired. The face of a man whose seen too much in his life. When he thinks of himself he's stuck with the image of that dirty scared reflection he caught during evac.
But he's not that guy anymore. Not really. There's always gonna be that kid who's in way to deep and in charge of making sure his brothers get out alive. Who's hurting and panicked and has to keep it together. Who has a newborn at home waiting to meet him and how he has to make it home. A wife and a house and a perfect little family he needs to protect. He's gripping the bathroom counter, razor dropped into the sink and buzzing away. Trying to stay in the moment, the now. Not back there, he can't fall back.
You're still waking up as you walk into the bathroom, bursting that bubble that Sam has worked himself into and he's trying so hard. So so hard to come back, be present, it feels impossible, he's drowning- your hands are warm. Lulled with sleep as you wrap them around his middle and smile into his back. Sam freezes, then you're peeking out from behind him. Giving him a warm smile and squeezing between him and the sink, your arms are resting on his biceps as they strain, your sleep shirt riding up just that little bit to see that little bump that yall made. That snaps him out of it, brings him right back to the present- he's quick as he wraps his arms around you. Trying to take his deep breaths, relax his shoulders, and all that other shit he's learned in therapy and group and what the Vietnam vets have told him while waiting at the VA.
"I love your hair." It's a soft whisper, your fingers have made their way to the back of his neck and are playing with the length there. Fingers soothing as they play with his hair. Sam's humming, holding you close and pressing kisses to the crown of your head.
Putting my fic ideas here bc im too lazy to write them
1. Mike wheeler has become unstuck in time, vonegut-style. At first he sees visions of him and will, and the party, before it all - but theyβre happening. Everything is still happening, just in the past or future. Time is non linear and revelations are present. Deaths are inevitable but love is too. So it goes. Can the future be changed if itβs already happened? Or still happening? Can the past? Featuring way too many slaughterhouse-5 references, Mike wheelerβs intense inner turmoil between his past, present, and future, the act of longing from afar, an equally ethereal will Byers across all the planes of time, and the reason why Mike wheeler falls in love with him again, and again, and again.
2. A back to the future au - will Byers finds himself stranded in 1959 in Hawkins, where a peculiar student poses an ominous aura. - henry creel. But he certainly doesnβt seem evil, justβ¦outcasted. Will follows him to joining a certain production of not-Oklahoma, which stars some very familiar faces. While his main focus may be trying to return home, a terrifying mystery is enveloping Hawkins, and those tragedies just have a way of finding him. Featuring the βtransfer studentβ William Ives, a very not normal Henry creel, the weirdest new friend group consisting of his mom,his dad, and his dead dad as teenagers, party newby being a surprisingly accepting friend, Joyce Maldonadoβs motherly instincts for her son kicking in (no matter the era), and the unfortunate reality of trying to find the good in Somone whoβs already been lost.
3. Will and Mike, both missing in 1983. First will, on the night of the 6th. Then Mike on the 10th. Cotton bodies upheaved from settlers quarry - an entire conspiracy unraveled - but no Mike and no will found in the upside down. Then, in 1987, two boys, stuck in time, find their way through the gate at the wheeler house. Turns out, in hidden βbubblesβ of the upside down, time functions differently - they were only there for around a week. Unfortunately, this leads to an extremely distraught Nancy wheeler face to face with two βdeadβ boys over her motherβs slashed body. Featuring unlikely babysitter el hopper, a weeping ranger and bard, very, very confused Miwi, and a Byers (+mike and maybe Nancy) family hug to end all hugs.
4. English teacher Mike wheeler and art teacher will byers who see traits of themselves in two of their students, whom they witness fall in love. Maybe they do have a thing or two to learn from the kids. Featuring a very supportive but oblivious pair of english and art teachers, Brittany spears (2000s, baby!), the entirety of the party and more as high school faculty, and living vicariously through your students before realizing why.
5.ONLY Robin NOT STEVE travels back in time and befriends will. Steve is a jerk at this time bc s1, so she takes it on herself to peice together the bits and peices of plots from how sheβs heard the others talk about s1. featuring a very confused and reluctant Steve in stobin bonding, will Byers and the unrelenting tragedy that chases him, an extremely clingy telepath, Jim Hopper, who may or may not be jumping to all the wrong conclusions, and the art of getting to know old friends in new ways.
6. On Nov 6th, 1983, El and Will cross paths before will is taken to the upside down - a canon adherent(ish) explanation for how el recognized will, and why she feels guilty for his disappearance- her presence drew the attention of the demigorgon, and in order to get away, she opened the Byers door and let it get will. Post s2, Featuring the inante similarities of the two blooming their brightest, sibling comfort snuggles, and a midnight confession that should have made will angry, but didnβt, and their shared understanding of why.
Father's day thing for Ratchet with my oc. This is pre-war so Ratchet is a bit softer. My au Ratchet is a combination of many different Ratchets. IV is a forged Cybertronian made by him and this is the day she gets turned online. All fluff here.
The ceiling is red, blue, and yellow in a simple dotted pattern.Β
Pretty.
She lifts a servo up, as if attempting to touch the colors.
βEp, ep, ep! No moving yet!β The sharp voice startles her, causing her pull back her servo immediately. Thereβs a larger mech, red and white with a stern face, beside her berth. He moves closer to gently put her servo down beside her on the berth where it had been before she came online. His servo then comes to rest on the top of her helm, gentle and reassuring. There is a computer in front of him that he types into. βYou just turned online today. We need to calibrate you properly. Make sure I did everything rightβ¦β
She knows him despite never really meeting him. Heβs Ratchet, one of the most proficient doctors on Cybertron, but her coding tells her the most important thing about him to her is that heβs her creator.Β
And he loves her.Β
βHello.β She says as she smiles up at him with bright blue eyes. The pupils of them white like little stars. It earns the first of many gentle smiles she receives from her creator.
βHello, my little starlight.β He chuckles, rubbing her helm. βIβm glad your voice box is working properly.β
She blinks.
βIs Starlight my name?βΒ
βNo, no.β Ratchet is chuckling again. βYour name is IV.β
βIVβ¦and I am a medical assistant!β
βYes, you are. For your formative years, at least. After that, who knows. Maybe further schooling...β He types a bit more on his computer. IV realizes she has sensors all over her frame and innately she knows these are for taking medical readings. βYou have a systolic pressure of 180β¦sparkthrum is 30 cycles per minuteβ¦β
βThose are normal readings for a bot my size.βΒ
βYes, they are. Good. Your programmed knowledge is working.β
IV beams, happy to gain his praise.Β
βNow you can move a bit. Lift your helm up and down, please.β
The new forgeling does so, nodding her helm against the berth.
βGood. Now lift your servosβ¦β
They go on. Meticulously. Step by step. Ratchet is thorough in testing if her systems run well and IV is happy to follow every order. The ceiling is those colors and patterns for a reason she finds out. A way to properly calibrate her optics with introducing her to various different colors as the first thing she sees.Β
Once her optics, arms, servos, legs, and pedes are all checked for proper movement, Ratchet begins to take off her medical sensors and prompts her to sit up in the berth.
βCareful now. If everything is correct, and it should be, then you should be able to walk with no trouble at all.βΒ
Her creator holds out his servos, expectant, and IV places hers in them. Theyβre big and warm compared to hers. The sensitive pads on her palm and digits detect textures of worn metal in them. His servos are the first thing sheβs ever properly felt other than the berth and she is distracted. The smaller digits trace the worn textures and find tiny dents. Her creator is an older mech, worn down by time, and itβs her first realization of age as well. Strange, new, and fascinating.Β
Ratchet canβt help but gaze fondly down at his creation, also distracted by the curiosity she takes in his servos. Cycles of work, all of the free time he had off, all poured into his creation before him that was finally moving and exploring the world. Her creation day. A day he had been looking forward to for a long, long time.
He gently closes his digits around her servos. This gains her attention as she looks up at him.
βFirst steps. Come on.β Heβs excited. Anticipation made him rush the moment a bit. His internal camera is waiting to take the pictures, even though he already had taken multiple of her first smiles.Β
He begins to help her pull away from the berth. Her pedes touch the floor and sheβs slightly shaky but her systems calibrate and she begins to walk. The larger medbot lets go of her for a bit, she stumbles slightly but re-calibrates again and she walks normally once more.Β
IV grins and laughs and does a small spin.
βCareful! Weβre not doing anything special here!β Ratchet canβt help but laugh as well, grabbing onto her before she was about to attempt to run. He hugs her tightly and she returns it, her face nuzzling against his chassis. He hums and rests his chin on the top of her helm.Β
In which a saint mistakes her feelings for annoyance, and the first man mistakes annoyance for entertainment. However, neither of them seem to realize what it is they really think.
Author's Note: First GuitarSaint fic, we're so back. This fic is based off of 'throw me in the water' by Jessie Mazin! Give the song a listen while u read pls <3
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Hoa had a problem.
Honestly, it was more than just a problem. It was a nuisance. An unbearable, irritating nuisance named Adam.
Months ago, Hoa had the misfortune of meeting the first man on Earth for the first time in nearly a century since her arrival. They had interacted briefly before when she ascended, but she was such a recluse that once she was gifted her tower, she made it her own personal mission to avoid any and all social interaction with anyone that wasn't her assistants. This unfortunately came to an end when Sera all but demanded her presence at a heavenly meeting, insisting that all the canonized saints had to show up to offer insight into how to aid humanity.
Safe to say she hated that.
It was this very same meeting that brought the unlikely pair together, with her seat just so happening to be right next to Adam's in the balconies. Hoa almost found it funny just how absurd it was that they had been sat together, as if they were both school children that had been paired together so the class clown would stop acting out. Naturally, Adam took this opportunity to laugh and comment on how she "hadn't left her tower since the stone ages" and how she needed to stop being a shut in.
He was already getting on her nerves.
The meeting was already hard to tolerate on it's own. Angels, saints, virtues and the seraphim were all talking over eachother in an attempt to see who could offer better insight to the situation at hand. Hoa had only offered her opinions exactly twice, both times only because Sera called on her directly. She had fully intended to leave the moment the meeting ajourned, but instead, she found her path blocked by a very large man with a cocky smirk.
Adam. Attempting to reintroduce himself.
"You know," he said casually, leaning against the balcony "I don't think I ever properly welcomed you to Heaven."
Hoa stared at him blankly, clearly disinterested. "You did. About seventy years ago."
"Yeah, but that one sucked."
Her assistants scowled at him as she simply continued to stare, contemplating how she could worm her way around him so she could get home. "Is there something you require of me?"
"Are you always this antisocial? You've been here- what, eighty years?"
"Seventy or so."
"Yeah, and not once have you tried to go out and live a little. That's depressing as fuck, sweetheart."
Hoa's brow twitched in annoyance. "Excuse me?"
Clicking his tongue, he began to smirk as he crossed his arms. "Tell you what, I'm takin' ya out. Heaven deserves to see that pretty face."
"No." She said flatly, a scowl slowly coming to her face. This guy was seriously pissing her off.
"Not really askin', babe. I'm the first fuckin' man, no bitch turns down a date with me."
Hoa was quick to push past him, the conversation growing grating the longer she had to listen to his stupid voice. It seemed that apple that had gotten lodged in his throat gave him an overwhelming sense of hubris. "I said no. Have a pleasant evening."
She could see his pride was clearly hurt by a woman rejecting him, and it almost made her smile. Unfortunately, he recovered quickly. "I'll come by tomorrow!"
"You absolutely will not."
"I totally will."
"Why are you so determined to bother me?" She questioned, turning to look over her shoulder at him with brows knitted in annoyance. Adam simply shrugged at her.
"You're hot."
She couldn't hide the shock on her face. "...That is perhaps the worst reasoning I have ever heard."
"Hasn't failed me yet."
Since then, Adam had been consistently showing up at her tower. Uninvited, of course.
She assumed he simply needed something to keep himself occupied. He was bored, and now he found a shiny new distraction. She knew that all he wanted to do was to charm his way under her skirts, and once he realized she had no intention of allowing such a thing, he'd grow bored and move on. She thought he'd lose interest after the third rejection. Then the fifth. then the fifteenth.
He did not.
Every evening without fail, he'd appear on the grounds of her residence with that stupid grin stretched across his face, pushing past all of her assistants to enter her observatory as though he was meant to be there. Sometimes he'd arrive with dinner from one of Heaven's many cafes. Other times, he'd bring his guitar and attempt to impress her with little success. She'd always tell him in polite terms to shut the hell up and leave her alone.
It never really worked. In fact, he'd always come back.
She found it to be infuriating. He soon infiltrated every conversation with her assistants without her even realizing it. "He is insufferable," she'd complain, not bothering to glance up from whatever she was writing, "He walks into my tower like it is simply open to the public."
Aurora and Celeste would share knowing glances with eachother every time he was mentioned, as though they knew something she didn't. It was becoming quite concerning, how someone she found so irritating began to occupy an alarming amount of space in her thoughts.
This particular evening had been unusually quiet.
As nighttime drew closer, Hoa found herself glancing towards the observatory doors more often than she would like to admit before immediately scolding herself for doing so. Adam hadn't come by at all today. Not that she wanted him to, but the man had been insistent about bothering her without fail for months. She was simply a woman of consistency.
She was kneeling by her telescope when he finally barged in, causing her to pull away from it with a startled jump as she watched him set down... were those flowers?
"Who let you in, so I can fire them."
"Cmon, you know I let myself in babe, don't take it out on the poor assistants." He joked, looking up at her as she peeked over the lofted edge that her telescope sat on. Holding up the flowers he got her, he dramatically waved them in her face before he set them back down. "I brought food, come eat."
"I did not think you would come today. I was hoping I'd finally get some peace." She commented flatly, but Adam didn't miss the way she quickly closed her book and descended to the main floor.
"Oh?" He questioned, lips curling up into a grin as she dusted off her dress, "Did you miss me?"
"Not at all. I was quite relieved." She said, but something in her didn't feel right when the words left her mouth.
"...Uh-huh." He hummed, clearly not convinced as he reached into the paper bags he brought with him and began unpacking dinner onto her worktable.
Bahn Mi.
How'd he even remember she liked that? Wasn't he an idiot?
He seemed to notice her staring as he shrugged at her. "You complained once that Heaven's cafes never make it right. Said the bread's too soft. I found one that people say is pretty authentic."
She raised a brow at him, eyeing him up and down as if there was a catch. She had mentioned it, once, three weeks ago. It was hard to believe he genuinely kept that in mind.
"Don't be so surprised." He joked. "I pay attention when I want to."
Nudging the sandwich towards her, he waited for her to take it before digging into his own. She began to eat, glancing at the flowers he had brought her. "Lilies?"
"Celeste said they were your favorite." He said, words muffled by his food as he glanced up at her. She narrowed her eyes, taking a bite ofher own sandwich as she thought to herself. What was his angle here? Why was he putting all this effort in when she knew he was allergic to commitment of any kind? He was a brash, egotistical, foul-mouthed dumbass- and yet, she couldn't help but feel charmed that he did all this for her.
Hoa quickly shook her head in an attempt to rid herself of her thoughts. No. Absolutely not.
They finished their dinner in relative silence, only broken up by Adam occassionally talking about whatever he found cool. She wasn't really paying attention, too busy being absorbed in her thoughts. Adam was halfway through a story about him playing a prank on Sera when she finally interrupted him.
"What are you trying to prove?" She demanded, brows knitting together as she looked up at him.
He raised a brow at her in return, confusion evident on his face as he finished his last bite of food. "The fuck are you talkin' about?"
"You come here every evening." She said sharply, gesturing around her tower. "You interrupt my work. You get on my nerves. You bring me flowers I never asked for. You remember things I only said once in passing. Why?"
"I already told you." He said, huffing in annoyance at her questioning. "I like being here and bothering you."
"That isn't an explantion." She reasoned, moving to stand up from her seat as Adam watched her. "Well, it is to me." he said, shrugging as he watched her approach him.
"You are impossible."
"So you've said."
"I reject you constantly-"
"Every day, yeah."
"I am rude to you."
"Kinda shitty." Adam was growing frustrated now, moving to stand up and quickly tower over her. That only made her more agitated. "I have never once encoruaged this!"
"I never said you did, Catherine."
"Then why-" she hissed out, frustration spilling over as she clenched her fists, "Do you keep coming back?"
"I just do! Why the fuck does it matter?!" He snapped back, crossing his arms as she ran her hands through her hair. "Because it does matter, Adam! I know how you are! I have heard the stories of you chasing after women just to get what you want and leave!"
"Oh yeah? And what do you think I want?" He said with a huff.
"Sex! Sex, it is always sex with you and every other man that walked the damned Earth, Adam! You want to get under my skirts and I do not understand how I can possibly make it any clearer that I would never do that with you!" She shouted, face turning red as he scowled at her, avoiding her eyes. Of course. He knew he had been figured out, that had to be it.
"Maybe I just want to be fucking nice to you, damn- can't do shit nowadays-" He said, gritting his teeth at her as he threw his hands up.
"Please do not act as though I am an idiot Adam, you are not nice to anyone."
Adam was quick to bark out a laugh of frustration, rubbing his face as he looked at her. "That's fuckin' rich, coming from you."
"Shut up." She snapped back.
"No, no, maybe you're right. I'm only nice to you."
The steam seemed to leave Hoa immediately as she stared at him in confusion. "...Pardon me?"
He let out a sharp exhale, suddenly finding the floor much more interesting than her face. "I don't know why I keep coming back, alright?" he admitted, irritation bleeding into the gaps between every word. "I thought it'd be funny at first. You were all serious and pissed off all the time, so I figured I'd mess with you for a couple days. And I mean- yeah, I wanted to fuck. You're hot. I kinda saw it as another conquest."
Hoa couldn't hide the way her face contorted into disgust, but she didn't interrupt him.
"Listen, okay- the days just turned into weeks."
"...And?"
"And now I just..." He clicked his tongue, visibly annoyed with himself and the fact he couldn't articulate his thoughts. "...Fuck if I know."
Hoa stared at him, chewing on her lip as she listened. She didn't notice that it caught Adam's eye. "I hear someone discussing astronomy and wonder what you'd say about it. I pass a flower stand and remember that Celeste said you like lilies. I finish whatever stupid council thing i've gotta do and I think, Wonder what Catherine's up to-"
"Hoa." She corrected softly.
"...Yeah. And I remember that when I call you Catherine it irritates the hell out of you."
"So you were doing it on purpose?" She questioned, scowling.
"Not the point." He waved it off quickly. "Look, I- I don't do this shit."
"No, you don't."
"I don't remember people's food orders for fun."
"You do not."
"I don't wonder if they've taken care of themselves today, if they've eaten."
"That is true."
"I don't spend every damn evening in the same tower when I've got literally all of Heaven to fuck around in."
Silence settled between them, with their labored breathing being the only audible thing between the two of them. When did this stop being a fight? She couldn't even tell.
Adam however, looked almost offended by his own confession, throwing his hands into the air.
"So congratulations, Hoa. You've officially got me acting like a goddamn idiot."
She stared at him, her lips parting before closing again. For the first time since meeting him, she had absolutely nothing to say.
Adam waited, expecting to be scolded. Expecting rejection.
But she just... stared at him. And suddenly, they both realized just how close they were to one another. It was suffocating, breathing in eachother's air as neither of them seemed to look away. It was unbearable.
"...You're staring." She murmured.
"So are you."
"You should leave."
"Yeah, probably."
Neither of them moved. Adam's gaze dropped to her lips, and this time she noticed, heat blooming across her face.
"...Adam."
"Hoa."
It went quiet for a moment.
Then, out of sheer stubborness, as though neither of them intended to but neither of them could stop either-
They met in the middle.
They crashed against eachother quickly, lips meeting in a frustrated rush. It wasn't gentle by any means. It was months of pent up irritation and words that went unsaid coming together all at once like one big wave. His hand found her hair, her fingers twisted the front of his robe. Adam could smell the scent of parchment paper clinging to her skin. Hoa coud feel his cheeks heat up against her own. They only grew more frantic, with Hoa clumsily bumping against the table and knocking things over in an attempt to steady herself. It was feverish and intense and neither of them wanted it to end.
Hoa finally shoved him by the shoulder, pulling away from him as she gasped for air. "Stop- stop."
He did as he was told, pulling his hands away as he stared at her with hooded eyes and tousled hair. God, he looked a mess.
She didn't like how it made her feel things she normally didn't.
They stood there for a long while, breathing a little too hard and staring at each other as though one of them had committed an unforgivable crime and were too afraid to acknowledge it.
Adam spoke up first. "...I should go."
"...Yes. You should."
He backed up slowly before turning towards the door and quickly rushing for it, as though lingering any longer would cause irreperable damage to whatever the hell they were.
Then, he was gone.
The tower fell quiet again as Hoa attempted to catch her breath.
Then, her fingers unconsciously drifted to her lips, feeling them as she reeled from the shock.
Glancing back towards her table, she noticed the lilies that still rested on top of it. She stared at them for a long while, trying to form any kind of thought and failing.
Then, despite herself, despite every lecture she'd repeated in her head, despite every insistance that he was nothing more than an annoyance-
The corner of her mouth lifted into the smallest, most bewildered smile.
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Warning: Grief, Death, Angst, Injuries (but not in depth and accurate, lol. my medical knowledge is from Grey's Anatomy), Not proofread (lol I donβt know how to this yet, by this i mean putting all the warnings haha)
Word count: 674 words
Authorβs note: Hi, Everyone! So I am new here and I donβt really know how to navigate this site as an author but I guess Iβm trying my best? This is just a blurb that I wrote at 1 am in the morning and yeaaa, let me know if you like it and if you would want to see a longer version of it! See ya!Β
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The Loss
Choi Seungcheol was a quick-witted man, everybody knew that. He was able to respond quickly and effectively in situations of high pressure. Another thing about Seungcheol was that he was selfless, he would always sacrifice himself for the other peopleβs happiness and comfort. Seungcheol was also the epitome of bravery, a trait that everyone has always praised him for. He has never been afraid to take risks and stand up for what he believes in. It was his strongest trait, and one that you loved most about him. That is, until that trait was the thing that led him to the biggest sacrifice of his life and straight to the arms of death.Β
βCan you repeat that for me again, please?β you said for the second time. Itβs not that you didnβt hear the doctorβs voice, in fact you heard him loud and clear. But you just couldnβt seem to process the words coming out of doctor standing in front of you.Β
βMiss, your partner was taken to the emergency room after a vehicle crash. From what we heard from the paramedics, he jumped in front of a loose truck in order to save a little girl and her grandma. He came in with several fractures, a puncture in his abdomen, and a severe head trauma. We took him in for an emergency surgery to repair the damages and we tried the best we could, but the damage was so severe, and he couldnβtβ¦β the doctor explained once more but for some reason, you couldnβt seem to let yourself hear the end of his sentence.Β
It didnβt matter how he was going to say it anyways. Seungcheol is dead and you just lost the love of your life.Β
The Grief
Seungcheol has always been a constant in your life. You werenβt friends since childhood or anything of sorts, but you have been dating him for four years and living with him for two. It didnβt seem like a long time, but being with him most of the time for the past two years have made you feel so accustomed to his presence. You were deeply in love with him, in the best way possible.Β
Loving him and being loved by him was the best thing you have ever experienced your whole life. It was fulfilling, warm, and nurturing. You like the person you have become when you are with him, and you loved how you were able to push for each otherβs growth. Being in love with him was not suffocating, in fact it felt liberating, you felt like you were supported and cheered upon every step you take. You really felt like you have found the love of your life, and that you were going to spend the rest of your life with each other.Β
You knew that you donβt want to live in a world without Seungcheol. Not because you canβt live without him, you know that you would be able to continue and move on with your life, but you knew that you were going to be miserable. And you were, indeed, very miserable right now.Β
They say that the feeling of missing someone comes in waves. Initially, the grief hits you hard. It was intense and strong like a storm. The ocean of longing is calmer now, but the wave of yearning still washes over you now and then and it still sucks. It hits you in unexpected moments like now. You were watching a movie with your best friend, and youβve reached the part where the main characters finally kissed each other passionately. Your mind started to drift away, and you tried to remember the last kiss you shared with Seungcheol, but you canβt. Thatβs because you thought that you had forever with Seungcheol, but you donβt. You never thought that the last time would be the last time because you thought that you would have more. It might not be as painful anymore, but you can feel the pieces of your heart slowly falling apart again.Β
