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2013-01-10 05:09 am (UTC)
Yixing, though, will always be eighteen. He’ll never know someplace that’s not here, some time that’s not now, somewhere without them. So really, he thinks, he’s the only one who’s not lying when he smiles and agrees.
ugh. my heart.
your words have such a clean, meaningful flow. i love the significance of yixing's writing, flowers, and how he ultimately chooses to say goodbye.
thank you for writing such a beautiful, poignant piece. <3
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