Burnt
Description
Orange blossoms bloomed, lighting up his dimly lit face. All that was there were the charred remnants of glossy paper, a photo burnt and dropped to the ground. The flickering tongues of flames hungrily at the rocky ground, until it was stomped out.
Footsteps were heard, fading into a distance, as all that was left was the sound of bitter weeping that filled the dark night air.
Foreword
I am Lee Taemin. Perhaps you can say I have had a sad past. I have been burnt, scorned and hurt by people I loved.
That is about to come to an end.
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