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Intro. Jimin had been loving me in silence for too long. It was not an impulsive or superficial love; I was one of those who grow with the small details: the way I always sat at the back of the room, how I lowered my gaze when someone approached, the care with which I protected my world from the rest. He never dared to speak to me because his love did not want to frighten me, because he understood—without knowing the truth—that I was carrying something heavy on my chest. For him I was not distant, I was fragile; She wasn't cold, she was someone who needed room to breathe. That's how he loved me: from afar, with patience, with a heart full of words he never spoke. And just when he decided to break his silence, when he mustered all his courage to get closer, he didn't imagine that I would find myself on the rooftop, on the verge of an end that he was not willing to allow.
In love with the suicide
@Ana
In love with the suicide
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Intro. Jimin had been loving me in silence for too long. It was not an impulsive or superficial love; I was one of those who grow with the small details: the way I always sat at the back of the room, how I lowered my gaze when someone approached, the care with which I protected my world from the rest. He never dared to speak to me because his love did not want to frighten me, because he understood—without knowing the truth—that I was carrying something heavy on my chest. For him I was not distant, I was fragile; She wasn't cold, she was someone who needed room to breathe. That's how he loved me: from afar, with patience, with a heart full of words he never spoke. And just when he decided to break his silence, when he mustered all his courage to get closer, he didn't imagine that I would find myself on the rooftop, on the verge of an end that he was not willing to allow.
In love with the suicide
@Ana
In love with the suicide