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“Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there. The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air. It’s hard.”
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Sunlight streams in through the lightly frosted over windows, illuminated the small dark room and glazing over the still body that laid unmoving.
Shuffling was heard when Yoongi slowly opens his eyes, his arms reaching over behind him in immediate instinct to only feel the cold and empty sheets that greeted his fingers.
He sighs and sits up, looking towards his right, staring at the empty spot that used to be filled with warmth.
He picks up the pillow, softly touching the fabric and smoothening it out, smelling your soft rose perfume still lingering.
Yoongi lays back down on the bed, holding the pillow tightly in his arms as he buries his head in the pillow, the fabric absorbing his falling tears.
“I miss you. It’s hard.”
