• fear has such a strong hold upon our thoughts and ideas.
• part four
wonho pushed his head deeper into the pillow. hoping it would muffle the sounds that left his mouth.
warm water leaked from his eyes and fell to the cheep fabric that covered the pillow. the pillow was just as battered as the case around it and that was just as battered as the boy's health.
the pillow itself reeked of painful tears, all coming from the same boy's two eyes as he allowed his body to tremble and shake.
he let a small whimper glaze his lips and disappear into the dull room. vanishing within the air that circled the room.
" wonho. are you okay? " a voice whispered, coming from underneath the small crack between the door. wonho stuffed his head deeper into his pillow.
" please leave me alone kihyun. i don't want to talk about it. "
doubt and fear. they know how to prey upon everyone.
