Pʟᴀʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴛᴏɴʏᴍs || 2Sᴇᴏᴋ

Act IV, Scene 2

He lies, looking into the darkness in his room, almost as dark as the nowt he feels in his soul. What else beside that the young boy with pale face, who looks around, trying to find nonexistent shapes on the almost black surfaces that ooze with coldness and nothingness, feels? Nothing. The room that the boy is in is decorated in a minimalist way. Only the most needed furniture are placed here and there, filled with more or less expensive things, which for the boy are just paltriness. It isn't bringing him any comfort, that he wants so badly, but he can't ask for it.

With a soft crack, he rise up and walks towards the window. He looks out on the garden that fell asleep under the first liar of late-autumn snow, that contrasts with its colour with the inside of the room SeokJin is in. The white fluff shines in the bright moonlight, scintillating with colorful sparks, that almost hypnotize the boy who can't turn his eyes from it. 

Eventually, some quiet sounds, somewhere deep inside the house, pull him out of pensiveness. He looks away from the white flowers that start to fall from the sky, amazing with their pulchritude of their numerous, tiny and unique blooms. 

Once again he climbs on his bed, hiding under a cool comforter, trying to warm up his feet. He embraces himself with the white comforter almost as the snowy fluff embraces the rosebushes outside. He looks with an empty sight into the ceiling, falling into deep thoughts. 

Did he do something wrong? Is his only sin being born in this particular family instead of another? Is he guilty of anything else? He wants to know. He wants to know if it's his fault that he has a life like this. 

Is he disappointed with what happened that day? Yes. But is he surprised? Absolutely no. He knows that it is what he has should expect. He isn't anyone important enough to be remembered after all. He isn't surprised he was stand by, anyway, it wouldn't change anything, no matter what he would spend the same amount of time at the library, either with HoSeok or by himself. He's not holding a grudge against him.

In his mind, he pokes fun at that small spark of hope, that he naively ignited in his heart when the older spoke to him. Why did he even thought that his fate will change? He should stop fooling himself. Who is he to expect anything? No one. 

Making himself even more sure in his belief of his worthlessness in the others eyes, he closes his eyes, for a long time unavailingly trying to sleep, finally falling asleep in a light sleep for a few hours, that aren't enough to feel well rested but enough to function normally.