It was morning and Namjoon decided to walk, because he woke up and had the sudden urge to just get out of his apartment, he put on his boots, took his keys and went out the door.
Seoul during the winter 1°C and so he put his hands into his pockets and continued to breath out a gust of cold air. Namjoon proceeded to walk downhill, expecting no one to be awake at this time.
There was no sun so there is no wondering when it will be morning, the only indication is his watch and the light illuminated in the sky, right now it is the color of light cobalt blue.
"Ah, this morning is so beautiful" he said.
As he was walking, he stumbled upon a graveyard. Namjoon entered the graveyard after curiosity told him to. It was snowing so he couldn't see the tombstones properly resulting him to step on flowers and names, quietly he apologized constantly. He didn't pay attention to the road of the graveyard he was in until a familiar name caught his eye.
Stopped. Dead in his track lay the name,
Kim Eun Hye.
Mother?
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Non-Fictionthe boy with crescent moon eyes and the one falling for it. + © gojibewy
