I walked to the train station.
The wind is blowing and I'm a mess. According to my phone, the weather will take a turn for the worse.
I sat on the seat I woke up on all those years ago.
I looked over to the end of the station where I last saw you standing.
Guess what?
I went to a work outing yesterday. We went for drinks at Da-Eun's. You probably would've loved the place. I sure did! The music they played is beautiful.
One of my co-workers put her arm around me after her fourth bottle.
Apparently... I'm very pretty!
I shooed her off and replied with a 'no you are'...
Then she cupped her hand just like you did all those years ago and chuckled into my ear...
I don't blame her for those nasty words... alcohol is said to bring out our inner thoughts. I just—I guess I wasn't as close to my co-workers as I thought...
I just wish this station could travel back in time.
If it could... I would see you. I would pick up your hat and...
...and...
...I'd step onto your side...
...and never leave it.
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BTS Short Story: Don't Cry
Fanfiction(Your POV) (Sad) (BTS) A point that's unattainable. A place that's unimaginable. An event I believed was impossible. Everything comes to an end. Just don't cry when it does.
