Park Kyung did enjoy this new feeling of security. Somehow he felt invincible. Nobody could hurt him aslong he was in the small room of his so he'd never leave it again, he figured, not knowing that he indeed wouldn't be able to leave it for the next ten years. Even the memories of the trial were now gone. But Park Kyung didn't mind anymore. He remembered a name. Woo Jiho and that was enough for him. This certain name was his little paradise, each letter a beautiful flower growing on his scars. Park Kyung has to admit that he sometimes still is curious about his old self. How did his body end up being like this? But for the sake of his happiness he quickly came to the conclusion that he just wasn't able to handle his problems the right way. He still didn't talk though thus he was being afraid of loosing the precious name if he talked the tiniest bit. After what seemed like an eternity Park Kyung found happiness but unfortunately there was nobody to share it with him.
Ashes to ashes. Burn it down.
