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jisung struggled to catch his breath while walking at a quick pace down the sidewalk at midnight.

breathe in

breathe out

he repeated as he walked unsteadily

splash.

his foot was wet.

he stared down at himself in the puddle he stepped in to meet the gaze of his puffy eyes and his tear stained face staring back at him.

pathetic.

he lightly kicked the water causing his leg to sting slightly.

he continued to walk down the sidewalk.

small drops blood trickling down from his wounds.

he quickened his pace.

jisung found comfort in the silence.

he shivered. he hugged himself and felt the rough material of his torn sweater.

continuing to walk, staring at the ground.

until his eyes were met with old sneakers and leather pants.

his eyes moved up to see someone standing only inches away from him.

the boy was a little bit taller than him, and was wearing a yellow headband that went well with his silver hair.

the boys face turned to horror almost instantly.

he looked as if he wanted to talk but couldn't.

he opened his mouth but no words came out.

jisung opened his mouth.

"jisung."

"minho."

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