BLUZ

Prologue I

The elevator door dinged open and the footsteps walked onto the roof.

  This is it.

  He breathed deeply before clenching and unclenching his fists. He then walked towards the edge of the skyscraper.

  There was not a soul in sight.

Just him and the dark night.

  The lights from taller buildings flashed, lighting that part of the sky in red, blue and green colors.

  He turned his head.

  Fireworks were being displayed in bright colorful bangs in another part of the city.

  He hesitated when he got to the edge and looked down at his palms as if the past began to play out on it.

  “Then you’re not living.” She laughed the silly way she used to and closed an eye as she pointed at him. “You’re just killing time.”

  He closed his eyes.

  “I get why your fans love you now.” She jumped up childishly and clapped her hands.

Daehyun chuckled as he threw his head back. She was so childish.

  “All right, tell me. Why?” he asked amused.

  “They’re addicted to the way you pretend, don’t you think?”

  Daehyun turned to her.

  Her large brown unblinking eyes stared at him in childish wonder.

  He smiled bitterly and looked down.

  “How do you act so child-like yet speak so maturely at the same time?” he asked in a quiet tone.

  “What?” She blinked.

  Daehyun chuckled.

  “What?!” she demanded. “I didn’t hear you! Say it again!”

Daehyun laughed as she playfully hit him. “Forget it. You’re daft.”

“Hey!” was the protest he got.

Tears rolled down his cheeks and he cleaned them with the sleeve of the with T-shirt he was wearing.

"When you’re least expecting it. . .” Daehyun smiled sardonically. He looked up at the night sky again. “Bad luck seems to come all at once in the worst situations.”

Daehyun stepped up to the edge of the roof.

The air seemed colder there just like it was three days ago when he had a conversation with Gunwoo;

“Daehyun-ah, what are you doing outside?” Gunwoo asked as he walked up to him.

“Isn’t it too cold? I’m practically freezing.” Gunwoo shivered as he stood by Daehyun’s side underneath the falling snow.

  “Cold?” Daehyun caught a snowflake and watched it as it melted on his gloved palm.

“I can’t feel it,” Daehyun smiled a bit but it was tinged with bitterness. “I can’t feel anything at all.”

He clenched the fist that previously held the melted snowflake.

“Maybe because it’s colder in my heart, that’s why I can’t feel it anymore.”

Daehyun then turned to face Gunwoo, “This cold world broke my heart before I even had the chance to live without scars. Life showed me the reality of death, before I even knew to love myself.”