A boy with a dying faith.
A man with living memories.

“I was crying and so was the heavens.”
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“He took away the only people who made me believe he exists.” A thunder roars. “Can he even hear me ( Read more... )

The moon peacefully watches Chanyeol shifts in his bed, already asleep but still playing on the lines between the conscious and the subconscious. Eyes half-open, he grabs his pillow to hug and lays to his side ( Read more... )