“Even if you are in front of me, I feel you”
Who is that gray-haired boy? Who is that young man still in a deep sleep?
My eyelids felt heavy; I didn't even want to open them. Everything was like a loop.
Then Yeonjun remembered the reason.
But he was so tired.
“Hyung.”
It was like coming back to life. A pact that would keep him awake forever, yet so dead at the same time.
A wave of emotions and sensations enveloped him, he inhaled deeply and opened his eyes with an expression that would cause anyone deep sadness.
Drops of sweat, a soaked face, and as always, so empty inside.
“What do you need to be happy, Hyung?”
The voice again, and the feeling of guilt wouldn't stop. It was all a opaque landscape; he couldn't see anything but the single white light calling him into the darkness.
He ran, got up, and ran again. He really tried.
— No, don't leave me.
But he was only able to run a few meters before collapsing and feeling utterly exhausted.
—No! Stay here, stay with me!
Oh, Yeonjun, how can we be free from this suffering that you yourself have locked yourself in?
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