The sky was grey, the sidewalks were empty. The branches of the trees bowed down as if in remorse.

Even the trees pity me.

Y/N snorts a small laugh as she pulls her coat on, she stuffs the pen into her pocket and picks her diary off of her messy bookshelf.

Y/N gently closed the door of her apartment as she walked out.

Her whole body shook with nervousness, and the chilly air wasn't helping either.

Would you still love me the same, Seokjin?

Will you even show up, Seokjin?

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