Gunshots || l.h
When I kissed him for the one hundredth time, I still felt the same feeling that I have felt many times before. Not the feeling of sparks flying, not the feeling of fireworks, but the feeling of gunshots right inside my own stomach.…
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50 days to say goodbye || c.h
// all I know is that after these 50 days, my life will never be the same //…