Wither

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Description

Just like flower, love, this abstract thing, can also wither. 

Foreword

I though I love you... 

And you loved me back...

I though I could handdle everything... 

But no, I was just a mere human who could feel pain...

***

Woke up to realize that he has been tied tightly to a wooden chair. On top of his head, there was a single yellow hanging light bulb. The only source of lightning within this whole dark and damp room. 

"Taehyung hyung... Have you ever loved me?" This sound, this familiar sound, came with a strange cold feeling under his chin. 

 

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