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19 days.

Vacation.

"Man without soul." Have you ever heard such an expression? Recently, it can often be heard. In old mythology it was said that if a person is born without a soul, in his past life, unforgivable crimes were committed. As a rule, such people do not live for a long time. They simply can not. People without soul do not see what they see ordinary people. They do not see joy, happiness. They are surrounded by a solid darkness that does not give to see the light. If a person is corrected, it begins to create good things, he can return the soul. And if the person does not do this, it continues to live without soul.

Han thought he had no her. That he is also just an empty shell. Body bag with bones, bucket with meat ... anyone. And the souls in his body are simply not. But during his tomometric reasoning, he realized that he had a soul still. She just was small, she is like a baby that sleeps inside. Sometimes he had happy moments when he even smiled, so he had a soul. Just she sleeps from pain that he experiences Han. She is so unbearably that she curled down with a small glider and rolled somewhere under the heart of Jisung. She hid there not to see and not feel the thing that was at the Han.

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The room was dark and warm. The light was only from the old garland, which hung on the wall. Light bulbs did not shimmer in beautiful bright shades - they froze, illuminating the room with warm light. Beautiful yellow, gentle pink and beautiful blue. Jisung sat on the floor next to the bed, listened to music and silent. He admired the gill of garland and smell of candles. Closing his eyes, he represented the sea. Noise of waves, cry of chap, the smell of salty water.

There has been a lot of time. It breaks like sand through the fingers. Han did not notice how they left for the holidays, and how fast those were held. It was already mid-July. The weather was hot, so I found it extremely not wanted to go outside. He spent his summer in a room with books and music. He read quite a lot: more than thirty books. Only now there were nowhere to put them. He had a small room, there was only one shelf for books, but she was already clogged. Jisung decided to build a shelf with her hands. Finding old boards, nails and a hammer, he set off. At first, the books were simply on the floor, but, having considered it with too gross attitude to beautiful works, Han decided to make a place for them himself. He saws the desired size of the boards, crapped them, painted and bought. He left him for this day. He died the shelf to his room and, putting near the bed, put all his books there. There was nothing more on the floor, and his soul was calm for so expensive things to him.

He looked at this regiment and understood that even the books had a place, and he had - no. He is like rubbish, thrown out on the street. Beginning began to root. Jisung was a fire and lean on the floor. The cheeks began to burn, the ears blush, and bitter tears were watering from coffee eyes. Loneliness continued to eat Jisung, he simply did not know how he could cope with him and thought about what could never be thought about. These thoughts attended it as often that they have already become part of life. So he fell asleep.

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Today, mom kicked the Han to the street, saying that you need to go to even a little ventilate, and not sit all the time. She did not understand that it was much worse to go outside than sitting at home. There he could meet with Minho. Although, as he promised, Jisung no one else touched. They saw each time for the holidays, in the store, but no one or no words dropped. Changbin looked at Han and looked like not noticed. Still, Minho knows how to restrain promises.

To pass the time, Han decided to go to the river and watch people. Whatever it happened to him, I did not lose faith in people. He loved the world and loved people, but only this love was unreasonable. On the river, as expected, there were a lot of people. Someone came with his parents, someone with friends, but there was not a single person who would be alone. One here was only Jison.

- Water, how beautiful you are. Such a clean, fascinating. You attract my attention, and I can't stop thinking about you. Maybe make it? But then it will be very selfish in relation to other people. I still need to think.

Jisung was sitting on the "Suicide Bridge". He lowered his legs into black water and looked at his reflection. There were no thoughts in his head, it's empty there again.

- What are you sitting here?

Han turned to the voice, and through the bright rays of the world, he could not understand who it was. He squinted and saw Minho. Having sharply turning away from the fright, he did not answer, because I forgot.

- Honey, are you deaf? What are you sitting here?

- Just walk.

- Hm, understandable.

Silence has come. Minho sat down near and also lowered his legs into the water. They were silent, looking at the bottom. So there was ten minutes. Then whether he began to ask questions again.

- So what are you doing here? –

- I am sitting

- I see it. And where are you sitting also?

- No.

- Why are you alone?

- I have no one.

- What, right at all? - Minho made focus on the last word.

- Yes... - Jisung replied with severity.

- You know, I often watched you, and you constantly spoke to the tree, even called him somehow.

- What? Did you follow me?

- I was interested.

Jisung answered nothing, and Minho fell silent.

Ten minutes passed, and Han fell asleep. He was in the overaffect of negative emotions, so, bending to the knees, fell asleep on them. Minho everything was sitting nearby. Suddenly he heard a loud sound and splashing water. When turned, Jisung was not anywhere. Minho jumped into the water and, finding the body of a sick teenager, pulled it out of the water. Han did not breathe.

- Jisung! Jisung! Get up!

But he did not open his eyes. Then Minho began to make a heart massage and artificial respiration. People came running on his cries. One man asked:

- The guy, what happened?

- He fell into the water!

The man was pated, and then added:

- after that he is not a tenant.

Minho looked at him and understood everything. He remembered the legend that he reads: "Only mortal into the water here will come here, it will come back dead." Jisung did not breathe.

- Honey.. please.

Suddenly, did the face of whether it became wet, and the once idle body nearby began to move. Han woke up. He looked at Minho and, sharply jumping, ran away. He ran from darkness, which covered it under water. He was scared. Feelings that he experienced when he was on the bottom, not describe. Han wanted to come home as soon as possible and heal into the bath to wash off the remainder of the dirt.