Overpass || 승진

#035

Heavy.

As if hundred tons of bricks had fallen on him.

Suffocating.

As if a rope had been wrapped around his neck forcefully.

Blinding.

Darkness could be seen, but bright flashes of red and white light broke the window of the neverending blackness.

Dry.

His mouth, lips but not his eyes.

Heavy. Unbearably heavy.

"It hurts so bad..."

He thought he was dying.

Hyunjin gasped for air as he shot up from his nightmare-like experience.

The room was dark and quiet, only the light snores of Seungmin could be heard. Knowing that he wasn't alone made the uneasy feeling settle down a little.

What the fuck was that?

All, and every single thought and worry that he'd been kept hidden for the past months came crashing down with such a force, he felt the consciousness leave his body for a second.

He felt sick to his stomach, sweat rolled down his face, the liquid mixed with his salty tears that left his wide eyes.

Hyunjin was scared that he'll go crazy.

This is why you shouldn't push your thoughts away, they'll come back eventually.

He looked at the clock. 02.58am.

A few minutes went by and luckily, he managed to calm himself down. His brain was more peaceful than earlier, but the powerful feeling of guilt stayed with him.

He knew what he had to do.

Hyunjin was always right in these kind of situations.

The boy smiled bitterly and carefully got up from the bed, leaving Seungmin to sleep without any disturbance.

Being as silent as possible, he sat down on the floor and searched for two specific items in his backpack.

Soon he had found what he was looking for, using them immediately as shaky sigh left his lips.

Twirling the pen three times, Hyunjin started writing.

"Dear ..."