"And what is it?"
"It's a quantam physics theory in which a cube is fixed in another cube, congruent to the former which is inaccurate by Euclid's postulate."
"And what does it enable?"
"Shrinking of time and dimensions..."
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Y/n...
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A screech hit my eardrums when the call ended. There ain't nobody, I'll seek through the whole night and bleed to satisfy. There ain't nobody, I'll lay upon the chest and give all of my best. There ain't nobody for whom I'll fight through the collapsing life. There ain't nobody but her.
Hell is like where the world seems to fall apart, and everything becomes too overwhelming and feels as though we want to crawl out of our body. We want to feel anything, any feeling, any pain, as opposed to our emotions.
To get a better idea of what it feels like, close your eyes and picture this. Your ribs are being snapped off one by one. Your wrists itch and everytime you scratch, the itch gets worse. All the while someone hits your chest with a hammer as though trying to break you. Everyone is trying to talk to you and you try to tell them to stop, but they just get louder.
That is how I was feeling. I was feeling as if the gypsum plaster, used for furnishing the rough walls around me, was falling down. As if that wretched Plaster of Paris was cascading with a fungi all behind with an increasing damp.
People become irrational, inconsolably upset, sometimes violent, or impulsive. Often times it leads to various ways of self harm and can cause lasting damage not only physically, but mentally.
All I knew was that I was not having a good time with life. All I knew was that I was crying for help but no one could hear it. All I knew was that people were lending helping hands and I didn't have hands. All I knew was that there was light but I was blind.
All I knew was that my Y/n was being tortured behind that screen that coruscated the light on the walls.
"Hyung!" Heeseung disintegrated on the floor, shivering with the impact of the screech. Holding him with all of my strength, I grabbed a cushion from the sofa to support his body.
"Hyung..."
"It's okay. It's fine. I'm fine." Trembling with a choked voice, his eyes bled a river. His straight gaze followed every direction and he tried to stabilise his body, putting strength on his back.
"You're not okay-"
"Sunoo, move apart from me. Go to the kitchen, right now. I'm fine, I said." Under his tone, he breathed heavily and paused me mid-sentence. I tried to be steady there but he was adamant. Feeling helpless, I motioned my feet towards the kitchen.
I watched him struggle to get up and realised, he hadn't slept well. His eyes were swollen and beneath them the dark bags of stress was palpably visible. He wasn't just shivering because of Y/n's cry but also because he was exhausted.
I wanted to reach out for him but kept my feet unmoved when my eyes fell upon a ray of red, fluorescent light. A beam was targeting on Heeseung and Heeseung had understood the aim way before I did.
