Sehun lived a happy, normal teenage life until one cold evening, while walking with his best friend Jongin, they decide to take a detour. Five minutes into the walk, bright lights blind the two young boys. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Loud screeching of tires skidding against the cold asphalt ground getting louder by the second. Then it all stopped. Sehun's face became pale and he was unable to keep himself standing upright leaving him to tremble to the cold concrete. Jongin, his best friend, lay in front of an ocean blue Hyundai, lifelessly with blood pooling around his body, his white shirt now becoming a dark rose red. Sehun hoped to wake up from the nightmare but no matter how many times he tried, it didn't work. Sehun now lives a cold life. Every night he blames himself and wishes that his life were taken instead of Jongin's. That wouldn't have happened if I didn't pull him to take the detour. Every month he would count the amount of marks he had on his left wrist every mark representing the months since Jongin's death. Every month he would sit on the edge of his bath and bring a cold blade to his wrist, pulling it against his pale, milky skin creating a new mark to represent a new month. He feels slightly better this way it but doesn't bring back Jongin. The night after he creates his eighth mark, everything turns.
