Just Before The Dawn [DaeJae]

Three

The black-haired boy was lying on his bed. It was night, the lights were off, the room was dark, but he wasn't sleeping.

His eyes were open, trying to find other thoughts than the memories of what happened today. He needed distraction. He had tried everything he could think of; Alcohol, Video games, TV, alcohol, reading, drawing, alcohol, even self-harm, but nothing could keep his thoughts away for long.

His mind kept going back to the image of the boy from the other class. The boy with the soft looking blonde hair and the beautiful dark eyes.

He knew him, everyone did, since he had won a price for the best certificate last year.

His name was Jung Daehyun and everyone loved him.

Everyone, except the black-haired boy.

"Fuck." he cursed under his breath and got up. There had to be a way to get rid of these useless things in his mind.

He took his Jacket and keys and went outside. When he left the house, he shivered slightly. It was colder than expected and the strong wind didn't make it any better.

Quickly, he started making his way to the only place where he would really be able to relax his mind: The bridge.

...

"Shit, shit, shit!"

Daehyun rushed through the house as fast as a rabbit running from a wolf. He had woken up way too late. If he wanted to make it to school on time, he would have to hurry a lot.

He couldn't waste one more minute, so he decided to ignore the fact that he didn't have half of the books with him and left the house.

Every few meters, he checked the time and started relaxing as he realized he would be able to make it if he kept this pace.

Then, he reached the bridge.

He had not meant to stop or even look at the barrier, but when he saw the new words in red, it felt like the World around him had stopped moving.

'Make it stop'

Again, the feeling hit him. The words were written very uneven, like the writer's hand had been shaking.

Never before he had thought that three words could cause such an emotional chaos inside him.

To others, they may seem unspectacular. It wasn't a super deep quote, nothing very long, nothing with an obvious meaning.

To him, they were so much more. He could feel the writer's pain. He could feel how much the writer had been suffering while bringing these letters onto the barrier. He felt the urge to help, just like last time, but stronger.

But there was nothing he could do. Just answering the stranger through words on a barrier.

So he wrote his answer.