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I met a lying person on the grassland while I was driving from villageways to the city.

The sky was dawnlike. Calm but steady blown breezes blowing. The hue of the never ending sky was not too dark or too bright. I liked this type of weather.

But the sad thing was, they stay for a brief moment and soon mix themselves with the setting sun or the rising sun.

Just like some special people. Whom you want to be with forever. Who makes you feel comfortable. But, they mix themselves and change.

I don't like to change. I wasn't comfortable.

Everything started to become slight grey. It felt like, as if it were to rain. Everything about the weather was calming.

It made me feel refreshed.

I am a songwriter, working for various korean entertainment companies. My works are loved, internationally.

I'm proud of it.

I am currently working with Bighit Entertainment. Writing and Composing most of the time, with other artists.

Today I came because of a break. Apparently, my boss thought I was "overpressured" and I was not getting enough fresh air and sunlight. So, everybody forced me to take a trip to a natural sight.

I often wander places to find different inspirations with my love, my car. The old dusty blue car, the last rememberence from my parents.

Since young days, cars fascinated me. Even, though as a girl liking cars sounds weird to everyone, I simply kept liking. Afterall, I don't care about gender boundaries.

I was coming back home from a 3 day trip from Busan. Scoffing, thinking about the scene. How weird, why do they care about me and went to such extent to shut the door in front of my face.

Disrespectful.

As I was driving, I soon saw an unrealistic scene infront of me. A boy was lying in the grass. As I passed him, I saw him from my seat window, there was blood splattered.

It took me some time to realise what happened. Everyhing seemed so vague. My breayh hitched.

I stopped my car from going any further and turned back to where I saw the said person. Opening the door, I went to see whether my eyes were playing tricks with ms.

Going there, I found a young boy. His face was pale and dirty. His body was curled up. His shoulder injured, a hole through the checkered baby blue shirt. Seems like a gunshot wound.

Oh my god.

I quickly went closer to him and inspected the scene. I checked whether he was breathing or not. Piling my confidence, I went infront of him and checked his breath.

Relief came rushing to me since I still heard whimpers and felt steady breaths from him. After inspecting his wound, his blood was fresh. Without thinking further I went back to my car, took my phone, a water bottle and towel and came back to him.

Please hang in there!

I quickly laid his head to my lap and did the first aid thing on him since I knew some emergency moves. I tried to secure his wound and called an ambulance immediately.

While I was calling, I noticed the wounded boy look towards me through his half closed eyes. He was having problems breathing, so I panicked. After the call ended I saw him still, staring at me. I was confused, didn't know what to do.

Nervously under his gaze, he might have been trying to guess what am I. I did the same. As to my surprise the boy seemed to be in his late teens and quite silent. He was wounded for god's sake. If roles were to swap, I'd be screaming in pain.

After a while, he tried to close his eyes, probably tired from staring at me like an eagle. I quickly went to him to check whether he was okay or not. He did not answer but he noticed my prescence and opened his eyes.

Guess he is scared.

"Are you scared?" was the thing I decided to ask after deliberately stealing glances. Quite odd I know, but if you had a gunshot wound before anyone asks if they are okay or not I am the person who would ask if he was mentally okay. Since, physical and mental health are two different things to be taken care of.

"I'm sorry, Ofcourse you are. Stay with me, okay? I called ambulance. They are on their way."

He did not said anything nor that he tried to. I took his silence and tried to understand it. But nothing came out of him. Not an agreement neither a protest.

I rushed towards the sound of ambulance. And waved with two of my hands,swiftly. Hope rushing down to my veins. If he is to be saved, I'd be relieved.