Chapter 6.15 - Storm of emotions

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The smell of old wood and dampness lingered in the air

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The smell of old wood and dampness lingered in the air. A faint light filtered through the dusty windows, illuminating only part of the cabin. It was a sign that dawn was approaching. The cabin seemed to have been unused for years. Cobwebs stretched across the corners, and the floor creaked under Beomgyu's movements. A few abandoned pieces of furniture, marked by time, stood in the corner, and a yellowed picture hung crookedly on the wall. In the center of the room was a simple wooden cot. The stranger lay still unconscious on it, surrounded by old, worn blankets. The wooden walls of the cabin felt like an impenetrable barrier from the outside world.

The atmosphere was still and tense, interrupted only by the soft patter of the rain and the steady breathing of the unconscious boy. Beomgyu felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders as he reflected on the events that had transpired.

He had lost everything.

Memories of his time as a homeless person returned like a dark shadow. He had felt the cold of the streets, the biting wind tugging at his soaked clothes. By fate or perhaps a stroke of luck, he had met the guys. They had become his family, a light in the darkness that brought warmth to his freezing heart.

But now, being so disregarded by them, it felt as though he had lost everything again.

The pain of this renewed loneliness tore at his innermost being. The family he had built with so much love seemed to be falling apart. The weight of abandonment he once carried on the streets returned with double force.

Beomgyu could no longer contain his tumultuous emotions. A wild outburst overtook him, and he felt his control over his feelings slip away. With a desperate scream, as if fighting against the entire universe, the sound of his despair filled the silent cabin. The echoing cry reverberated off the wooden walls as he freed himself from the crushing burden of his emotions.

Beomgyu stormed around the room like a tempest, sweeping everything in his path. His anger erupted in a violent outburst. He threw a standing lamp to the ground, where it shattered with a loud crash. Books stacked on a wooden table flew through the air. The clattering of breaking objects and the creaking of wood were accompanied by his furious screams, which sounded like the eruption of a pent-up volcano.

"Why?!", he shouted into the darkness, as if demanding an answer from the unseen forces. "Why do you have to take everything I need away from me?!"

Each scream seemed to carry a piece of his own despair. The wooden walls could not withstand the explosion of his feelings, and his desperate words shattered the silence.

After the storm of his rage subsided, Beomgyu sank to the floor in a corner. The force of his emotions had exhausted him, and the energy he had poured into his outburst had dissipated. The noise had settled, and the cabin was once again engulfed in eerie silence. He drew his knees to his chest, enveloping them with his arms as he cried. In the darkness of the cabin, broken only by the pale light of the morning sun, the dam of Beomgyu's facade finally broke.

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