"This is Minho. I'm a little busy. Leave a voice message."
"Ha ha... This is the only way I hear your voice... You never pick up. I saw you two days ago. I— I— I'm not supposed to feel anything, right? But— but there's this pain in my chest— I feel like dying— I can't breathe... I can't cry— I can't talk— ha ha, I feel like I'm getting sick..."
"I saw you... laughing... smiling... That damn smile— ha ha... He held you— you... I— I wanted to punch him— but I slumped on the floor— and you didn't notice... You were so busy with him..."
"Ha ha, I don't get myself anymore— why do I always call you when I'm drunk? Why do I always run to your studio when I get this pain in my chest? Ha ha— I haven't slept in my bed since— since you left— it smells like you— trust me— I washed the covers— I bought a new scent— but it still smells like you— the sofa smells like you— my hoodies smell like you—"
"Ha ha... I'm getting sick— I've been sick since birth— but now, this is the worst— I don't know what to do with me— my chest hurts so much— but I can't love, right? I can't feel, right...?"
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A/N: I am crying...
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Alexithymia - Minchan
RomanceChan couldn't feel much. Not joy, not pain, not love. Alexithymia, they called it-a life without emotions. To him, relationships were pointless tangles he'd rather avoid. Minho, on the other hand, had felt too much. His last relationship left his he...
