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The curtains are loosely drawn. A sliver of sunlight filters in, illuminating particles that float silently in the air.
Jaemin wakes alone, curled up on the right side of the bed, like yesterday, and the day before that, and every day for the last nine years and three hundred sixty-four days.
Bookmarked by waitjaemin
23 Sep 2024

