Another Hue Of The Dawn // Weak Hero Class 1&2

Rage, anger and the burning flame of vengeance had faded into ashes of a hollow, incessant pain; an echoing loss and emptiness that one couldn't describe unless having felt it before.

Stirring terror in the veins of those guilty and inflicting physical agony did not serve to soothe the ache in Si-Eun's own heart. No matter how loud he'd scream, how hard he would hit, Suho's eyelids continued covering his sight, and there was nothing that could reverse what was already written in blood and tears.

Si-Eun transferred to a different school. Made different friends. Fought different people, and met different situations; gambled with new variables. What he couldn't find a replacement for, however, was the little bit of heaven, the sheld of safety and comfort that Suho had planted deep within him; only to let that haven of connection rot and claw and yowl in silent cries and empty eyes.

It's been almost two years, and no matter how much Si-Eun forced joy down his throat, it fell into a black hole that only one specific person could find a finish line to.