might just die //zikyung

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I leaned out the window. I nearly fell down. But I love the sensation of nearly dyeing since I have to live any way. I also thought about depending on people. Do I depend on Hyung too much? I mean I love him but -

Kyung squinted his eyes trying to read the blurry letters. The three bottles of Soju next to him were empty. Kyung hasn't visited reality since the funeral of Woo Jiho. Regret. Anger. Disappointment. Kyung was disappointed in himself. He could have helped but he had chosen to believe that as long he was there Jiho would be happy. How could he have been so blind?