❝ DONT ASK ME WHY WHEN WINTER COMES
WITH A GREAT COLD, WE ALL WANT TO DIE. ❞
"hey, chanhee." changmin started, causing chanhee to lift his head from the rather plain pattern of the table. "why is it when its winter, you always look so down?" chanhee froze.
there were so many reasons why, actually, why chanhee felt so numb and useless when it came to the coldest season. yet at the same time, there wasnt. it hurt chanhee how much changmin worried about these times, as if he was afraid that he would lose the older. but never, no, never would chanhee leave the earth if it meant he had to leave his lover too.
"why ask when i have no idea?" chanhee mumbled quietly, peering back down at the polished wood of the cold table. he spoke louder with his next sentence though. "i just suppose that we all want to die."
