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Nothing...
An endless, vast array of emptiness...
Not black, not white, not grey...
Just endless, empty, nothingness...
A slight tension thrumming in his chest...
It feels like an itch he just can't quite put his finger on...
There's something slightly out of place, but he's not quite sure what it is...
He thinks he's walking... Not quite sure where, or why, but the nothingness is shifting around him, so he must be moving somewhere...
Is he still at the crematorium? Is he still with his momma and dadda? His grandma and grandpa?
He thinks he's home, but when did he get home?..
He wants to be with his momma and dadda, grandma and pa...
Emptiness...
Nothingness...
Plain, grey, that is not grey, because it's not a colour...
It's just nothing...
Something doesn't feel right... Off...
A puzzle piece needs to fall into place...
Moving...
Walking...
Nothingness...
Wait......
... Is that San?
The grey nothing parts, and yes... That's him...
I want him...
He looks sad...
Head empty, nothing floating around...
Going to him...
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Sitting in his track pants and shirt in Wooyoung's bed, San rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He felt like fucking shit.
All day, he'd just been feeling worse and worse, and the more he saw, the worse it got.
He felt like the biggest asshole on the face of the planet for being relieved that Yeosang had arrived to take care of his brother, and he felt like even more of an asshole, for how it made him feel... He had to have been the worst boyfriend on the face of the planet, for not even being sure whether he wanted to be the one by his side, or not.
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