♦️ [Min Jae]
bit·ter/ˈbidər/
adjective 1. the burn of alcohol in your throat; vodka, whiskey, rum and anything else you can steal from your parents’ liquor cabinet. it doesn’t matter what it tastes like, it just matters that you can’t feel how much it hurts after the ache fades. 2. the black streaks on your cheeks betray your hurt as fast as the traitor tears fall and you resent the fact that he doesn’t wear his warning signs as bright and bold as you do, but you’ve never been any good at hiding anyway, have you? 3. he watches you cry and you watch him destroy himself and you trade places, but looking at him still feels like you might never go home. 4. he almost dies and you’re at his side, choking on the scent of roses you’ve only ever given to the boy he hates. 5. not caring feels agonizingly like caring too much.
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