As the night falls in a blink of an eye, cold winds started occupying the balcony. It was stupidly cold for the poor organization, not only because of the wind, it was because his 50th is tomorrow. He doesn't know what to expect the next day, someone may just crash everything from there-on out. Moments later, he had been greeted by someone in his organizational regional forum a picture of his own family together. It was all tied to a golden ribbon which doesn't seem to end. He knew by heart that he should follow it. [ENG; may include other languages] ✨ (a/n: please don't read this this sucks so bad go read haystack 😭)
12 parts