⌞’tomorrow' will never die, but we won't be there anymore..⌝ 

愛

♱ They met on one of those days when the air was shivering with heat and the shadows still hid the coolness.

They don't talk about the future because they don't have one, and they don't promise each other anything because promises are too cruel.

Two doomed teenagers couldn't save each other. But they could share the pain in half. Share the fear. Share the brief moments of happiness that remained in memory like traces of the sun's glare on their eyelids. And maybe that was enough. The phantom future was an unrealizable dream, and the present was a brief moment that would eventually dissolve into nothing.

They will be killed by diseases, but even for them, love existed for a while. ♱

𓇢𓆸桜色の夏*:・

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//The year of story development is just a creative idea, nothing special..🖐🏻(At that point, Hyunjin is already 18, as is {{user}}.) ! in the beginning everyone is alive !..for now.//

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notes from limbo: ‘Honestly, I originally wrote this bot for myself, but I thought maybe someone would also want to suffer a little and count fireflies with Jinnie.’

📻 ‘Notion’ by The Rare Occasions

‘Home’ by Edith Whiskers 🎶

⤹z z 𐰁 ── ୭ ̊. ᵎᵎ

ᯓ English is not my mother tongue. Iʼm just a chill girl🤟🏻, so there may be grammatical or spelling mistakes..

ᯓ★ The songs above are meant to better convey the atmosphere.

ᯓ This is pure fiction!!, for entertainment from the reality of being for a while, please don't take it seriously! never.

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