| Sigh No More | 3RACHA BOOK 1

|EIGHT : TIMSHEL|

Chapter 8

"But I will tell the night

And whisper, "Lose your sight"But I can't move the mountains for you"

May 2017

Heavy, merciless rain poured down on any and all the shoulders of the poor souls who hadn't managed to take cover. It came down so thickly that drivers could just barely see through it and no doubt the rain gave an unsafe environment for just about everyone who exposed themselves to it. And if it couldn't get any worse, lightning flashed and thunder rolled right above the head of Han Jisung. If Jisung couldn't afford to lose so much time, perhaps speeding it up wouldn't be such a bad idea but Jisung needed to get to safety before the cops caught up with him.

He wasn't sure what had pulled him to this moment. Well, he had a pretty good idea what it was but he wondered what the turning point had been. What brought them to this moment? What brought Jisung to the time that he kissed Changbin before he ditched town to now, where he was in the middle of fucking nowhere with rain soaking him from head to toe and making him vulnerable to sickness. Jisung wasn't sure. All he knew was that his heart hadn't calmed down despite hours passing, the moon high in the sky, and not a town within a twenty-five-mile radius. Sure, there was the occasional car that passed and Jisung always ended up escaping into the forest in case it was a cop but Jisung was ultimately alone and... he hated it.

The loneliness affected Jisung for 12 years of his life until he met Seo Changbin, and now that the feelings they had for one another were very much out there, Jisung couldn't handle the thought of not having him, or anyone else for that matter, around. Jisung adapted to the social life and now, ripped right out from underneath his feet, Jisung couldn't go back.

But he wouldn't have time to think about it too much, as when he heard the sound of sirens, Jisung's brain turned off from all the emotional turmoil and switched back to the need to survive. Jisung's feet took him right into the dark of the forest where there were most definitely animals that could eat him and he couldn't see through the darkness that went on for miles. On an even worse note, Jisung couldn't stop running, so his poor skin began to split and form bleeding crevices due to the branches snapping all around him but his feet never stopped kicking.

Jisung could no longer hear the sirens, and yet he didn't stop running deeper and deeper into the forest until he tripped over a log and fell face first into the mud surrounding the forest floor. Jisung didn't get up. He didn't have the energy. So, he simply laid there, curling up in on his shivering body and praying for a miracle to come and save him. Only then did Jisung realize that there wasn't a siren within hearing range and that served to be a relief if he couldn't find anything else.

There was no hard telling how long Jisung laid there for, but eventually, he heard the sound of someone singing beautifully. It was a woman, and her voice echoed off of the trees in a rather haunting manner, but at the very least it got Jisung to lift his head up and work toward actually standing up as well. Jisung's arms wobbled underneath his weight, but all his thoughts flew out the window when he saw a fog make its way up on the floor of the dark forest and Jisung froze. What the fuck? Now, Jisung's fear masked his curiosity and it didn't take long for Jisung to scramble up and run through the forest, but it seemed that no matter what direction he went in, the voice only got louder and louder and Jisung felt like he was losing his mind.