Yoongi: 8 June Year 22

I took the t-shirt off again. The me in the mirror was not me at all. The t-shirt with 'DREAM' written on it wasn't my type in any aspect. I didn't like the red color, the word dream, or the way it stuck to me tightly. Annoyed, I took out a cigarette and looked for my lighter. Since it wasn't in my back pocket, I rummaged through my backpack until it came back to me. She took it. She grabbed it right out of my hand without any restraint and took it with her. All that was left was a lollipop thrown to the side and this t-shirt. 

 

As I tousled my hair, I rose from my spot to hear the sound of a text message. The moment I saw the three symbols of that name on the phone's screen, all of my surroundings began to get brighter as my heart dropped. I broke the cigarette in half as I checked the message. The next second the me in the mirror was smiling. Smiling like an idiot wearing that red, tight, 'DREAM' shirt. I raised my head and looked up at the surface of the wall.

 

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