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Ezri/Wiwi
Ezri/Wiwi
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uncharted_lol
Uncharted. :
that look like a vitamin gummy
2020-03-21 00:53:01
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darth_baerz
Oscar Landaverde :
Waifu AF!!!🤍😍
2020-03-21 02:28:21
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t0clno
Kento :
can i have a gummy?
2020-03-21 06:12:15
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sand_po
sandro :
CHEESE
2020-03-21 08:12:46
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mrdanny_00
Daniel Leitão :
yeah... I wish I could solve that for both of us but it's forbidden to leave the dimensional rift so I'm sorry
2020-03-21 12:12:46
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verwijderd_account0279
Verwijderd_Account :
but your cute
2020-03-21 22:06:06
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Jingjing first saw Janhae at a party in Italy. Everyone knew who she was. The expensive dresses. The private cars. The men who followed her everywhere. Janhae belonged to a world Jingjing had only seen in movies. And Jingjing knew better than to get involved. Then Janhae walked toward her. “Are you going to keep staring?” Jingjing smiled. “Are you going to keep pretending you didn't notice?” That was how it started. One summer. One city. And one girl neither of them was supposed to love. Janhae took Jingjing everywhere. Empty beaches after midnight. Restaurants overlooking the sea. Hidden streets where nobody knew their names. For a few weeks, Janhae belonged to Jingjing. And Jingjing forgot that people like Janhae never really belonged to anyone. Then the rumors began. Janhae's family had already chosen someone for her. A marriage. A future. A life planned long before Jingjing arrived. “Leave with me,” Jingjing said. Janhae smiled sadly. “You don't understand.” “Then make me understand.” Janhae looked at the sea. “If I leave, they'll come after you.” Jingjing laughed. “I don't care.” “But I do.” That was the first time Jingjing realized how dangerous love could be. The next day, Janhae disappeared. No goodbye. No message. Nothing. Only a plane ticket left inside Jingjing's hotel room. One way. Home. Jingjing refused to leave. She waited. One day. Then three. Then a week. Until a stranger came to her door. He handed her a small box. Inside was Janhae's necklace. And a letter. “I'm sorry.” Jingjing read the words again. And again. Until she noticed the final sentence. “Don't look for me.” So, of course, Jingjing did. She found Janhae three months later. At another party. In another beautiful dress. Standing beside the person her family had chosen. Janhae looked happy. At least from a distance. Jingjing almost left. Then Janhae saw her. For one second, the smile disappeared. Jingjing walked toward her. “You're alive.” Janhae looked terrified. “You shouldn't be here.” “You disappeared.” “I told you not to look for me.” “I loved you.” Janhae's eyes filled with tears. “That's why you need to leave.” Jingjing stepped closer. “Did you ever love me?” Janhae didn't answer. And somehow, that answer hurt more. Jingjing left Italy the next morning. Years passed. She never saw Janhae again. But every summer, Jingjing received the same thing. White flowers. No name. No message. Just flowers. Then, one summer, they stopped. A week later, Jingjing received a letter. Not from Janhae. From a lawyer. Janhae had died. Jingjing read the letter sitting alone beside the sea. Inside was one final photograph. The two of them. That first summer. Janhae was laughing. On the back, written in her handwriting, were the words: “You were the only life I ever chose for myself.” Jingjing closed her eyes. For years, she had believed Janhae had left because she didn't love her enough. But the truth was worse. Janhae had loved her enough to let her go. And Jingjing had spent the rest of her life wondering if that was beautiful... Or cruel. Every summer after that, Jingjing returned to Italy. Same beach. Same view. Same sunset. She always ordered two drinks. One for herself. One for the girl who never came back. And every time someone asked who the second drink was for, Jingjing smiled. “For someone I loved in another life.” Because maybe, in another life, Janhae had chosen her. Maybe they had left together. Maybe no one had found them. Maybe summer had lasted forever. But not this time. Not in this life. In this one, Janhae became a memory. Beautiful. Dangerous. And impossible to forget. #paratiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii #jingjingyu #janhae #wlw #tiktokppnmeenparati
Jingjing first saw Janhae at a party in Italy. Everyone knew who she was. The expensive dresses. The private cars. The men who followed her everywhere. Janhae belonged to a world Jingjing had only seen in movies. And Jingjing knew better than to get involved. Then Janhae walked toward her. “Are you going to keep staring?” Jingjing smiled. “Are you going to keep pretending you didn't notice?” That was how it started. One summer. One city. And one girl neither of them was supposed to love. Janhae took Jingjing everywhere. Empty beaches after midnight. Restaurants overlooking the sea. Hidden streets where nobody knew their names. For a few weeks, Janhae belonged to Jingjing. And Jingjing forgot that people like Janhae never really belonged to anyone. Then the rumors began. Janhae's family had already chosen someone for her. A marriage. A future. A life planned long before Jingjing arrived. “Leave with me,” Jingjing said. Janhae smiled sadly. “You don't understand.” “Then make me understand.” Janhae looked at the sea. “If I leave, they'll come after you.” Jingjing laughed. “I don't care.” “But I do.” That was the first time Jingjing realized how dangerous love could be. The next day, Janhae disappeared. No goodbye. No message. Nothing. Only a plane ticket left inside Jingjing's hotel room. One way. Home. Jingjing refused to leave. She waited. One day. Then three. Then a week. Until a stranger came to her door. He handed her a small box. Inside was Janhae's necklace. And a letter. “I'm sorry.” Jingjing read the words again. And again. Until she noticed the final sentence. “Don't look for me.” So, of course, Jingjing did. She found Janhae three months later. At another party. In another beautiful dress. Standing beside the person her family had chosen. Janhae looked happy. At least from a distance. Jingjing almost left. Then Janhae saw her. For one second, the smile disappeared. Jingjing walked toward her. “You're alive.” Janhae looked terrified. “You shouldn't be here.” “You disappeared.” “I told you not to look for me.” “I loved you.” Janhae's eyes filled with tears. “That's why you need to leave.” Jingjing stepped closer. “Did you ever love me?” Janhae didn't answer. And somehow, that answer hurt more. Jingjing left Italy the next morning. Years passed. She never saw Janhae again. But every summer, Jingjing received the same thing. White flowers. No name. No message. Just flowers. Then, one summer, they stopped. A week later, Jingjing received a letter. Not from Janhae. From a lawyer. Janhae had died. Jingjing read the letter sitting alone beside the sea. Inside was one final photograph. The two of them. That first summer. Janhae was laughing. On the back, written in her handwriting, were the words: “You were the only life I ever chose for myself.” Jingjing closed her eyes. For years, she had believed Janhae had left because she didn't love her enough. But the truth was worse. Janhae had loved her enough to let her go. And Jingjing had spent the rest of her life wondering if that was beautiful... Or cruel. Every summer after that, Jingjing returned to Italy. Same beach. Same view. Same sunset. She always ordered two drinks. One for herself. One for the girl who never came back. And every time someone asked who the second drink was for, Jingjing smiled. “For someone I loved in another life.” Because maybe, in another life, Janhae had chosen her. Maybe they had left together. Maybe no one had found them. Maybe summer had lasted forever. But not this time. Not in this life. In this one, Janhae became a memory. Beautiful. Dangerous. And impossible to forget. #paratiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii #jingjingyu #janhae #wlw #tiktokppnmeenparati


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