'Why is it so dark where you're not here,

It's dangerous how wrecked I am,

Save me because I can't get a grip on myself.'

~Save me (BTS)

I walked my short path to school from the train station, my heavy backpack and pile of textbooks slowing me down and the cold rain soaking my hair and sending chills down my spine. However, I didn’t run or try to cover my head. I slowly walked, a snail amongst busy ants. Eventually, I ended up standing still, allowing the rain to drip off my hair and clothes, as yet another flashback played within my head.

His hand was warm as he held mine, both of us running along the busy streets of Seoul. The buildings towered over us and the clouds hid the sun. The rain fell onto his black coat as he covered me. We were laughing, attracting attention from many passer-by's, but we continued hand in hand without a single care in our minds.

I closed my eyes and felt the rain on my hair and my shoulders.

We were still laughing by the time we got back. He threw me a fluffy, white towel as he dried his messy, dark brown hair. I stood speechless, staring at his distracted, handsome face as started