Find an anchor
Description
They parted with empty promises of seeing each other again before he was sent off to a boarding school the following morning.
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Chanyeol’s eyes were big, brown and ing beautiful – his eyes were easy to look into and lie to. “Of course. I love you, too.”
Foreword
They sat together in Church and held hands with racing hearts, all that mattered was that they had each other to hold on to.
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“Eat,” Zitao ordered as he passed the bowl of warm rice over to him and Yifan looked at the empty seat beside his best friend. Baekhyun was all but a memory and Chanyeol was someone they never spoke of because Yifan always felt the need to take a shot, to get poison into his blood just to help him forget how badly he had let himself to up.
“Not hungry,” Yifan muttered, but his thinning frame said otherwise.
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Chanyeol was by his side, holding his hand tightly and keeping him grounded.
Warning: typos|| bad grammar || foul language || drugs || Someone dies
note: this is a three-shot x__x I don't proofread my so don't examine this too closely.
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