𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ; 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗂 ✓

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d: dream
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he's walking.
alone.
he is sad. depressed even.
he seems hopelessly trying to be happy.

but for whom? there's nobody there.
and he fails anyway.

it's a well known feeling.
it seems like he's quite used to it.

it's night, it's quiet.
there are no other people. no cars.
and it's snowing.

at least sometimes.
one of the details that change each time.

one night it's snowing, the next night it's raining and then it's nothing. a calm night with nice weather.
only the cool winter breeze remains, showing small signs of life in this so shallow night.

he's wearing the same hoodie every time.
and it's such a familiar one.
but why?

the boy is always listening to music.
he uses earphones. white ones.

each night, a different song is playing.
and even though it's muffled, it's still audible.

he knows them.

you can never see his face.
not yet at least.
his head is lowered and he has his eyes fixed on the cold ground.

it's like he's spacing out.
again and again.

lost in his deepest thoughts, not looking up once.

the street the boy is walking on, it's familiar too.
it leads straight to the hangang bridge.
and it's quite a long way.

for him at least.

sometimes he is crying.
sometimes not.

but he's always coughing.
heavily. and it's getting worse each night.

he seems to be in so much pain.

it's strange.
concerning maybe.
worrying.

the boy leaves something behind.
petals.
flower petals.
it's something that never falls out of pattern.

it's like he leaves behind a trail of them.
they are slowly falling down.

softly gliding down towards the stoned path.
and then they settle.

but it only happens around the boy.
nowhere else.

there weren't a lot of them at first.
but they were there.

almost every time he coughs.
but they do have the same color each time.

it's pure white, the petal itself.
there isn't a very good look at it, it's too dark.