What do you do when it's hard to breathe, when your hands want to grab onto something... or perhaps someone? Sometimes, all we need is a warm hug to help us start again, but no one is around to give it, is there?
I don't know how long we're going to survive like this. Someday, these thoughts will take over... and then it'll all end...
This reminded me of your past fanfic where Yn was his concubine but he was married and Yn died without being loved😭 I will take this as her second life☹️
I don't know how long we're going to survive like this. Someday, these thoughts will take over... and then it'll all end...