𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ; 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗂 ✓

07 !

r: ranunculus for radiance
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it starts just like every other night.
he is walking down the street.
alone.

it's not snowing this time.
it's raining.

he's listening to music again.

tonight it is a slow song.
it's playing on low volume, yet audible enough to hear.
and the choatic playing music has stopped.

suddenly everything appears to be so peaceful again.

it's one song only and it's a familiar one.
a very familiar one.

it's the same song that played the very first time he ever had this dream.

it is his song.

while walking, once again the boy is leaving a track of petals behind.
but this time, it's not only one single color.
it's two different ones.

some are purely white.
others, the color of a dark red.

they are rose petals.

he has learned that the red rose is a symbol of love and romance, but it also reflects beauty and perfection.

the darker the rose, the more unconscious the beauty.

he is sad, more than ever before.
he's broken.

it's like he has lost any kind of hope that was left by now.
he wants to give up.

he wants nothing but for his suffering, for his pain to stop.

and while walking, he takes out his earphones.
that's the first time ever this happens.

he sighs.
and he is crying again.

suddenly he starts coughing.
badly.

he stands still, bends over and keeps coughing.

now his face is shown.
also the first time ever that it happens this early.

and then he falls onto his knees.
his coughing gets so bad that he puts his hand over his chest, gripping his throat because it hurts too much.

he wants it to stop, he just wants it to stop hurting.
he's in pain. so, so much pain.

besides the petals falling, there is this crimson red color again. more than before.

he's coughing up blood. a lot of it.
it wouldn't stop.

the boy is so weak.
he can't seem to get up again.

but he does.
it takes him all his leftover strength.

visibly.

then he keeps walking. and he keeps coughing.

the petals keep falling.
and his face is shown again.

blood is dripping down his chin.
he is still crying.

he throws away his earphones, his phone still is in his pocket.
and he heads down to the bridge.

he arrives at the same spot as each night.
he doesn't have any strength left.

he's drained out.

then he leans against the cold railing again.
his hands are shaking and he looks up.

"i can't breathe."

his throat is sore, his voice is weak.
yet still audible.
and he coughs, the blood on his lips now dripping down to the groud and into the water.

"save me, kihyun."
"help me out."

then he falls onto the ground and now he's just sitting there.
that has never happened before.

he pulls his legs up to his chest, hugs his knees and puts his head into his arms.
he is shaking so badly, he's overwhelmed.

"i miss you so much."
"why didn't you come back to me?"

what?

"i wanted to see you one last time."
"i wanted to feel your touch once more."

"i wanted to hug you again."

he tries to calm down, but his breathing wouldn't fall back into rhythm.
yet, he doesn't seem to care.

he gets up again, struggling, but he can make it.

he is so weak, but he keeps himself upright.
somehow.

and then he climbs over again.

the boy is standing there, he won't be able to hold on much longer.

he keeps coughing, so heavily.
more blood is coming up. he can't stop it.

but now he is smiling again.
hopelessly.

"i can't live."
he's given up.

the petals are falling. the han river is flowing.
and the boy looks down.

"kihyun, please."
"won't you come to pick me up?"
"won't you help me out?"

he closes his eyes.
and he lets go.

he falls.
"i'm falling for you."

and nothing but a splash is heard.
there's no one to save him.

who's going to help him? who's going to save him?
he's all alone.

he is going to die.

"i'm here, get me out."
"please."

you can still hear his voice.
it's like no one can hear him but he.

he's so desperate.
it's quiet, now causing his voice to echo in his mind.
his deep, beautiful voice.

"save me, kihyun."
"come to me"

"i'm underwater."

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