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Masterlist of Memes
◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised
Dark, gloomy blanket in the sky hush away the footsteps in the streets — the laughter of keen eloping from pairs of lips and crowd, the chiming chatters and delight. Even the whisper of sadness, aloof and neutrality waved farewell as they stepped into the comfort of their abodes — zone. But not everyone craved for deep slumber, there are quite a few who loved the danger of the night — the quietness they corrupted with whimpers and cries. They said that evil hides from cracks and alleyways, they were right. Purposely, he left his empty hotel room to blend with the Autumn night. His hands wrapped in security as he hide it inside his thick coat pockets. It is cold — very cold that he had to be careful not to be petrified away. However, despite the chill of the night, the cellist found pleasure from it. It’s not that bad, isn’t? But the bad he anticipated directed far from him. As Yoonhoo passed by the dark alleyway — in between a business building and a convenient store, he heard a few lines of weak murmur and faint whimper. A song of help. Kind-hearted he was, the cellist indulge in between the building cracks and there he witnessed the poor man — covered in his own crimsoned blood and painted with bright bruises. To ask if he’s all right would be insensitive, an act of idiocy from the obvious therefore instead of interrogating the poor man, Yoonhoo approached him with his warm hands. He placed his arm around the other as he very carefully pulls him from the ground, half of his mass leaned on his body. ❝ Trust me, I will help you ❞
