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I woke up today.

Feeling a little bit funny, a little bit dizzy.

No warmth.

In a good way,no.

A tremor has been killing my head this morning.

The terrible ambiance has undoubtedly stained my long-gone innocence.

Someone has died.

Dark shades of crimson red left scattered in my face as my fingertips traces its long nails across the contours of my face.

A flash of the past rushes through my veins.

Listen.

I saw her yesterday.

She was with me.

I recount, and I remember.

Listen.

I call your name countless times.

Taeyeon.

Taeyeon.

Taeyeon.

You were a little bit distant.

A little bit pale, a little bit sick.

I was sure that I still could hold onto you,though.

Get you attached to me.

But.

I find myself infront of a tombstone.

It’s yours.

You always want to prepare everything.

You are ready.

Listen.

I know, that this is it.

This is the end.

I need your response.

So I could know that you were there, that I’m not crazy.

That someki