Wind blowing soft trough his face, caressing his skin gently as his hair is mingled with the pattern of the wind. He looked down onto his bare feet as a train of thought hit him; they all looked so tiny beneath his toes, looked so in peace as they live their normal life. He wonder what will happen after he took his step forward, will they still be that calm down there? He wishes they didn’t.

His name is Kwon Jiyong 19 years old, he just got admitted to the university he dreams of since he was a child but something happen and that took his entire dream away. Why is life so unfair? After all that hard work he only got nothing but a false hope and a broken dream, why is this happen to him? Why? Why? Lots of why is pops out on his mind.

One deep breath he took as he looked up to the blue sky, the sun is shining so bright. A faint laugh is come out of his parted lips, even the sun joke on him.

He have decide, it’s now or never. He closed his eyes as he feels the wind blowing stronger, one last deep breath he took as his body relaxed, he is ready to take one step forward on his life into the nothingness of the free air in front of him.

He didn’t know that he holding his breath for how long, feeling his heartbeat increasing every single time flies until he release it and think it’s the right time.

“Hey what are you doing?” he heard someone’s voice behind him, a very calm melodic voice.

Jiyong draw back his foot hurriedly as his adrenaline is increasing to the other’s existence. Looking back he found someone; a boy is sitting on the bench near some tree at that rooftop garden, he wore the same clothing as his, looking so calm while holding his thick book on his hand with some pine and tube attached to an infusion stand right beside the bench.

The boy looked up at him. “Is the scenery looks better up there?” he asks before put aside his book beside him and rise from his sit. He walked towards him while dragging his infusion stand.

“Don’t come any closer!” Jiyong shots viciously, turned his body completely at the boy who didn’t seem to stop his feet to come closer to the concrete wall at the edge of that rooftop.

The boy stops right behind the wall, put his hands on it while looking at the scenery of the busy city, looking down at the ground, no one seems to notice there is someone risking his life by standing up there.

Silence, Jiyong just watching the boy enjoy his time, looking at the boring scenery. He had a very short haircut; almost like a monk, makes him look so young and stubborn. His small eyes are so clear and innocent, capturing every movement down there and he sighed.

He turned to Jiyong and smiling before he gets ready to climb the concrete wall. Jiyong is hurriedly came down and heads to where the boy is, he grab is hand and pull him away from the wall, dragging him all the way back to the bench before shoving the boy away.

“WHAT THE !!” he screams while the boy is trying to balancing his body and preventing the infusion stand from falling.

He pulled his hair out of frustration, breathed deeply and looking at the boy viciously.

The boy is just smiling at him, showing of his white teeth while his eyes turn into a pair of beautiful crescents.

“What are you doing?!” Jiyong shot, asking his action before. “That’s dangerous, are you out of your mind?” he continued.

The boy laughs. “Are you?” he asking back, looking straight at Jiyong’s eyes with his pair of innocent small eyes.

Jiyong can only avoid his eyes looking at everywhere else when he found the book that the boy hold before, its cover is a shows a scenery of abandoned corridor with some bench attached to the wall and it tittle says ‘Asylum’ in a bloody red font.

The boy is hurriedly took the book and hide it behind his back, not wanting Jiyong to take a look at it anymore. “You can’t read it, its damage your mentality.” He said nervous.

Jiyong laughs to his words. “Mine is already damaged.” He said casually and sits himself on the bench. He leans his head to the back of the bench, looking up at the sky as his eyes get watery.

The boy is following him and sits beside him, put the book at the other side of him. “Then stop the damage.” He said.

“It’s not that easy.” Jiyong replied and he sighed.

“Yeah.”

Silence once again illuminates as the both of them is busy looking at the blue sky, watching the clouds moving slowly, flowing with the wind that blowing.

The boy sighed. “Comforting, isn’t it?” He said.

“What?”

“Breathing.” He said, smiling to the wide sky up above, closing his eyes peacefully and breathed loudly.

Jiyong turned to him, watching his facial expression closely. He had a paler skin tone then normally Korean people are, he had eye bag and dark circle too underneath his eyes; just like sick people normally but his lips are pinkish color that it looks like a girls lips then a boy. He can’t help but notice it; somehow it suits him so well. But what makes him concern more is his expression that seems so calm and peace, unlike him who looks like .

“I just wanna dead.” He said out of his consciousness.

“Ah that is the fastest way to stop the damage.”  He said casually as if it was the most normal thing to say.

That time Jiyong just want to punch that boy, is he making fun of him? How dare him. He thought. “Forget it.” He turned his face away from the boy, bite his lower lips, suppressing his anger and sadness at the same time.

“Death, it will come to you even when you try so hard to avoid it so why bother to run to it? It’s stupid.” He said still looking at the sky.

“Stupid? Are you saying that I’m stupid?” Jiyong shot him, looking back at the boy.

“Yes, so stupid.”

“What? What is your point?” Jiyong shot more viciously and the boy just smiling/laughing at him makes him really mad at that point. “Who are you?! You don’t know me!!” he blowing.

“But you did, right?”