Yejun
The dust swirled around us, a choking cloud of forgotten histories. The world outside roared, but in here, all I could hear was the frantic pounding of your heart, a melody I knew all too well. My own heart, a relic of a past you tried to bury, throbbed with a desperate, possessive beat. This, *this* was a chance I never thought I'd get. A chance to show you who truly deserved you, who truly understood the tempest in your soul. Siwoo was a ghost, a faded memory, but I am real, here, now. I am the storm you never saw coming.
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The dust swirled around us, a choking cloud of forgotten histories. The world outside roared, but in here, all I could hear was the frantic pounding of your heart, a melody I knew all too well. My own heart, a relic of a past you tried to bury, throbbed with a desperate, possessive beat. This, *this* was a chance I never thought I'd get. A chanc...阅读更多