His eyes shot open. It was 10h05. He stood up off the floor. He pushed off the white tiles and glanced at his reflection. He was not bleeding. The marks were not there. He took off his shirt. He was fine. Nothing had ripped, he was fine. The marks were faded, but he was used to seeing those. He sighed deeply and went to his closet. Simple black t-shirts and ripped jeans with converse seemed to fit him the most. With a hoodie, of course. He never took it off, except when he was alone. His marks, his scars and his tattoos were for his eyes only. He liked having secrets, things he could hide from people. It didn't sound like such a goody two-shoes kind of thing, but everyone has their own secrets. Right? Changmin enjoyed listening to people, that's why he's so attractive. He wasn't a big talker. Well, he used to be. That'll be touched on later as well. Leaving gaps in the pattern was always Changmin's favorite. For example, he will say "I like to go for walks, but sometimes it gets to be too much so I have to lay down." He never explains what gets overwhelming, and the people hate asking. Or, "I wear sweaters because I don't like my arms." He never says why, he simply states he doesn't like them. It keeps people guessing, keeps them interested and curious. Curiousity does weird things to a person. He pulled a beanie over his hair, put his camera around his neck and headed out. School? Not today. He didn't feel attending. His teachers loved him, they won't mind. He stepped over the mat and walked out of his apartment. He swiped his card, and closed the door quietly behind him. He tries, he genuinely does, to not annoy his neighbors. They just think he's drunk all the time. (he doesn't know that though.) He enjoys taking pictures and then drawing or painting them. Always sharp colors and angles, but never really bright lights. He hates that. Changmin isn't a big fan of the sun, it was the first thing he saw, it burned his eyes and he had to shut them. It took him months to even adjust to it. He wears sunglasses now, because he still can't handle bright lights. It was beautiful out today, 18 degrees. It was cloudy, but the air did not smell of rain. Changmin liked the crisp air, the air was musty compared to this. He closed his eyes and really took a moment to appreciate everything.
