None Of Us Were Angels
Description
Kyung spoke quietly but firmly, like he was in public scolding a child. He tried to reach Jiho’s eyes but Jiho buried his head in the green jumper he was wearing. Kyung was about to keep talking but a muffled sentence coming from Jiho interrupted him.
“It’s been two years”
Foreword
A short story inspired by the song Speeding Cars by Imogen Heap.
this is a ing mess, let me tell you. also a quick warning: if you're not comfortable with mentions of self harm, don't read. ( p.s. i might change the title later when I can think of a better one )
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