Life is a sinusoidal graph, and not a straight line-- highs are high and lows are far below.
In the colours and joy of it all, we tend to forget the monochrome reality that still exists; a basic human nature, the magic of speaking.
Our laughs had become more frequent and our smiles a common thing, but we somehow didn't remember it was still a battlefield.
Estra laws had agreed upon investigating the homicide of our kinds, but the game they played behind were beyond any of our eyes.
And when Yunjin came to our dorm with a face so grave and grey, it was hard not to guess what had we finally come to be...
"Two men were found deceased in their dorm, faculty of law. Their names... Manan and Beomgyu."
And they weren't Manan and Beomgyu to Estra, they were just a number, a number against dozens alike. 'Two' men.
Estra would never know Manan and Beomgyu and the love they shared, the dreams they had, the future they'd never see.
Maybe we couldn't really give faces to those names at that moment, but when you finally broke into tears, I realized names are just the cover, and you decided to see beyond the window of just names.
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raise your glass || taejun
Fanfiction˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·In a country which is too negligent of the hatred erupting in all of its nook and cranny, how would some law students bring peace without becoming a victim themselves? Content Warning: The political themes presented in this story is used i...
