Jan 7, 2017
01.
the first one who comes by is slumped against the dumpster. he’s got battle scars curved under a sleepy smile. he comes with slurred words trampling into her heart. he comes and pours all his warmth into everything around him, and not because december is cold but because he doesn’t know how to hold it inside him. he holds warmth like a forgotten memory, waiting until it slips. he’s youth wearing thin and blurring on a smile. he comes unexpected and quietly and his name is hanbyul.