Life was supposed to be easy. Just like what they said. It should be similar to a book. With all the pages written in detailed context on how each and every day should go. It’s like everything’s planned. From the day you were born to the day you die. How precise you can die, how precise your death was all planned out. It’s sometimes ironic to say at least. What is the purpose of living if we’ll all still die anyway? It’s like we’re being fed some taste of living but that’s it, nothing more, just an appetizer to a beautiful life ahead. Sadly, that’s the furthest you can go.

( A/N: Hey there! DamnKyungsoo here. I'm back with another one-shot for the MARKJIN ship and I sincerely apologize for what you'll be reading. Welcome to the feels train. It was inspired by John Saga's cover of All I Ask by Adele. )