Woobin sighed and stared at the once smooth, white ceiling that was now concealed in darkness. 

He put his hands behind his head and rested his head on them. Inhaling deeply, he turned his head to look at the right side of the room, as staring at the ceiling started to give him a headache. 

Closing his eyes, he tried to get some rest, but deeming that it was too hot in the room to use a blanket, much less wear his clothes, he opened his eyes and kicked it off the bed. 

Just when he was about to turn away and try to fall asleep again, something caught his eye. 

It glimmered and shone through the dark room, the moon illuminating its presence. He grabbed his head with his hands and brought his knees to his chest as he tried to repress the memories that was starting to surface. 

Wishing that the pain in his head would fade away as quickly as it had appeared, Woobin laid on his bed that had seemed to grow bigger within the last few minutes. He felt small, drowning in the bedsheets, trying to ignore the painful memories that were beginning to get even harder and harder to suppress. 

He could feel himself slowly drowning in past memories.

He wanted it to stop; those painful memories that he wanted to be long forgotten.

It was useless.

It was hopeless.

He slowly felt himself slipping away..

..fading away.