ephemeral ; a yoonmin short story

red

it was red everywhere you looked. the walls, the floor, the ceiling.

there was no where to go, nothing to do.

then there it was. a knife through his heart.

he felt his knees get weak and he collapsed.

blood kept pouring out, staining his clothes.

how funny, jimin thought, the colour of the blood matches the floor.

and his breathing slowed down until there was none anymore.