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No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.

Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

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He’s so immersed in the game on his phone that he feels as if he’s the only person in the world. For once, the busy streets are serene, quiet and comforting in their wake regardless of how many exuberant children run past him with their agitated guardians in tow. The fantasy is quickly disturbed by the sound of a scream, alerting him to reality and his surroundings against his will. From the corner of his eye, he sees flashes of white tinged with brown, papers fluttering as frantically as spotted doves that beg for freedom and liberation. His arms outstretch, instinctively grabbing the sheets that try to escape with the wind. Feeble attempts to be gentle, to not to poke through the weakened blotches stained with coffee, are fruitless as his finger jabs through the pulp with ease. “Fuck. I’m really, really sorry. I was just trying to help but...” His free hand finds the nape of his neck, eyes glazed with guilt. “Please tell me you have another copy of this somewhere and I didn’t just destroy your life changing thesis or something.”

Sipping the cold coffee she had gotten for herself at 9am, hazel eyes glared at the time to see that it was in fact already 4pm, much later than when she was supposed to be making her way home. However when Piper found a project she was immensely proud of, she couldn’t stop her creative juices from flowing which always meant a late stay at the office. The current piece she was writing was a comment on falling in love in the technological and how statistics play a larger part than fate. Printing off a hard copy of the notes she gripped them in her hand, along with the frozen coffee and made her way towards the door. Exiting the office and reaching for her keys to lock the door, she found herself juggling too much at one time. Her eyes watched as the cup and the papers fell to the ground, the blank pages being covered by a mocha colour, stained by the coffee. “Jesus, Mary, Joseph and Kanye!” she shouted, immediately falling to her knees to clean up the mess.

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They share the same selfish desire to feel wanted, and that’s why they always end up like this.

His head is in James’ lap, languid limbs outstretched in opulence and repose. His hair cascades across his thighs, strands of black against beige as deliberate and captivating as a painting covered with the strokes of someone in love with the canvas.

The warmth against the nape of his neck, the sense of ease that his presence brings, makes him melt until he pools into a sense of serenity that not even the harshest force could disturb.

And maybe it’s too self-serving, too thoughtless, but that’s what he does best.

“I could stay like this forever.” The words pass his lips as a murmur, insignificant rumbles that meld with the low hum of the record that spins behind them. “It’s nice pretending we don’t have a care in the world even if it’s only for a short while, don’t you think?”

Jaehyun groans as he forces herself to sit upright, heavy-lidded eyes full of the fatigue that fills him. He lounges listlessly, his weight held up by his palms, carpet digging into the skin and leaving temporary traces of its pattern.

“Reminds me of that Snow Patrol song.” His hands slide past the trim of his pocket, grabbing at the pack of cigarettes that digs into his thigh. Fingertips idly brush against the smooth cardboard, flipping the top open and grabbing at the contents greedily. “You know, ‘If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?’“

His thumb flicks at the lighter, eyes closing instinctively to avoid the harsh sting of the smoke as it drifts upward and swirls in the air.

“That song fucking sucks.”

@jhcrmcns – january ‘18

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( NAM JOOHYUK + MALE ) — ( JAEHYUN KANG ) is a ( TWENTY THREE YEAR OLD LOUNGE MUSICIAN ) who resides in ( THE SAND SECTION ).  ( HE ) has been living in Hermosa Beach for ( ONE YEAR ). Those who know ( HIM ) say ( HE ) is/are ( SEDULOUS & WITTY ) on his good days, but can also be ( IMPULSIVE & SARDONIC ) if you step on his/her/their toes.

yo what up i’m natalie and i’m rly bad at intro posts bc m’anxiety.... she’s living while i’m dying. anyways i have a bio here and some rly basic stats here but i don’t have a plot page yet bc i can only handle being somewhat prepared like actually having my shit together in 2018? blasphemy. and before i ramble too much i’m just gonna go ahead and jump into a tldr below the cut!!

comes from a cute lil family in massachusetts. their household was all love and sunshine and rainbows and he grows up to be a soft boy.

his family isn’t financially well off by any means so he works dead end jobs throughout his adolescence to help out in any way he can.

studied really hard in hs so he could enroll in harvard. why harvard? bc then he’d get to go to school for free and didn’t have to feel like a burden for four years.

decides to study music because he falls in love with it at a young age and wants to spread the warmth it makes him feel.

graduates from college, decides that nantucket has nothing to offer him but doesn’t want to leave his parents. they urge him to go, to be his own person and flourish, and he finally does.

ends up in hermosa beach playing piano for a jazz lounge. it’s not quite the job he wanted, but a gig’s a gig.

kind of just enjoying his freedom, being a dumb 20-something and making poor decisions lmao

v nice!! but has a short temper and isn’t afraid to last out at ppl bc he’s impulsive and has as much control over his mouth as i do my life.

a mess with a plan.

if u want to plot like this and i’ll send u a msg!! i also have discord (dkfma#7639) and twitter (@yujuscha) if you prefer plotting there. thank u for reading :^)

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