Minseok get up from his bed and got closer to the window. He put his thin fingers on the glass, without complaining when he felt the frozen contact under his skin, and looked outside. From the second floor, where is apartment were, in the center of Seoul, he could clearly see everything that happened. Even if the sun didn't rise yet, the crowd rushed already in the streets. Himself wasn't able to sleep when he discovered that his beloved wasn't beside him. He wondered where he could have left and when. They fall asleep together the day before, but when he woke up, he wasn't here. Minseok wasn't worried. Luhan did it often since a few days. Since everything had change between them. He wasn't anxious. He was sad. Sad because everything started so good between them and now, nothing was okay. Sad when he thought at before, at their love who seemed like one of those love stories that young girls love so much. He missed this love that they lived together, extremely. Only one tear flowed out of his eye. He wasn't able to cry more than that. Just like after all these night that he spent alone, after innumerable fight with his lover, his eyes turned to be dry. He almost wished he could cry, at least it would had relieve the pain of his heart for a short moment. The young man stopped touching the cold window but stayed next to it. He loved terribly Luhan, and he wanted to fix everything so it they will start over. Before, they were so happy, what changed ? Was he the problem ? But he tried everything for not to be it, and he did his best to make Luhan happy. It wasn't enough, and he had seen his boyfriend going apart meanwhile he stayed there, unpowerful. If the two boys were still officially a couple, Minseok knew it won't last, and it was painful. He only had Luhan in his life, and he couldn't imagine a life without him, it was impossible, there were too much love for him in his heart. He openned the window. The room turned cold. But he didn't mind. For him, this room was cold since the day their beautiful love ended. He looked another time outside, the sun started to rise. He spanned over the window. He took a long breathe. Finally, he got used to the cold. He stared at the horizon. Not like his heart, the weather promised to be good.
And he jumped.
