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jisung jerked upward, his head pounding. the room was bright, too bright. he heard movement around him.

the pain was too much, he laid back down and held his head. the pain raged on.

j̸̛͚̬̘̹̼̠͚̬̖̎͒̀i̴̬͈͉̰̘͝ș̶̡̦͔̲͎̱̳͉̽̈́͛͆̈̕ͅų̷̡̼̟̬͍̒̿̽͗̏̂̑̕͜n̶̼͚̻͈͖͗̏̍ǧ̷̛̻̭̠̥͙̎́͊̈̽̚͝ͅ,̴̟͖̯̙̺̼̝̓̓͗͆̊́͜ ̵̨̠̯͍̝̖̩͖̯͌̓̽̎̈́̊̇̀͌̾a̶͗̂͜r̶̨͎̤͂̍̏͘͜ȇ̷̱̼̰̑̇̍́̕͘ ̵̼̎͋͊̏̌͐̍y̶̨̰͎͉̻̲̓͂͗̌͋̐̚ͅȯ̴̫̯̜̤͓̰͎̜u̵͕͙̹̎̽̒̑̂̆̀͑̏̊ ̵̢̰͔̱̈̾̿̌̚a̵͈̻̙̲̤͐̒w̶̢̞̩̣̽̂̐͌͋͛͝a̵̢̪͕͍̘̎̏̎̀́̕k̸̘̩̫̜͐͝e̵̠̗͈̅̓̄̌̓͗͝?̸̢̝̇̂͌̂͗̌͊͘

what?

c̴̨̝̣̠̫̰͍͖̞̜̑͗̿͂̀̓͘͠ȧ̶̧̢̧̗̤̗͈̀̋̋̓́͠n̷̲͈̭̔͛͘͘͜ ̵̢̬̻̹̖̳͒̊̒͐̉͌͛͛͜͝y̵̻̦̰̗͎̟̬̿́̈́̐̎̂͋͘ȯ̴̢̨̜̫͙̖̑̂͝ͅṳ̴̧̱̪̬̼̬́͂̍̇͊̃̋͘͝ ̷̘̓̊̑̋͛̽͂̇͘͝h̵͖̣̮͖̞̿̇̽̄̄͘͝e̵̢͎͎̻̠̱̣͚̋̾̎̑͊a̵̡̺͇̹̺͍̗̣̜̅̊̊r̴̢̧̼̦̗̞̒̃̈́̆ͅ ̵̧͔̟̦̻͔̿̈́̏͌̔͌͒̚m̸̨̧̜̙͕̗̠̝͋e̸͔̊̀̊?̶̛̦̗̀̍̑̽̓͠

who is that?

black. everything turned black

pain. everything hurt

breathe. it was hard to breathe

think. it was hard to think

minho, where's minho?

"jisung! wake up!"

"h-huh? what? where am I?"

"chan told you... the news.. and you passed out, hit your head on a table." his mom responded sadly, sitting on the edge of his bed, "you were almost screaming, what was going on in your head?"

"m-minho.." his voice cracked. he covered his eyes, throwing himself back into the bed and sobbing lightly

"honey.. he left something for you."

"what?"

"when.. when they pulled him out of the river-"

"mom!" he screamed

"he had this.. in a bag in his pocket."

she held an envelope out, it's paper wrinkled and stained and on it the words wrote in neat cursive,

to my angel, jisung.

"only read it when you're ready. now is too soon."

a week later, jisung still refused to talk, and they were home again

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