Did we have too much love? Or was it just not enough?

Did we really have everything? Or did we have nothing to lose?

Did we chase after dreams? Or were we just caught in an illusion?

How many times did we die? Or did we even live at all?

Maybe we were simply waiting for someone to find us, maybe we were just lost in an empty box...

 

How could you not think about death in such a big city where all the excitements are. A big city full of fake and cold souls, in the middle of the drug and party scene. In a life that we look for trouble, in a life that we are too bored and have nothing left that can satisfy us because we already own everything… I don’t know. Maybe we are closer to death than we realise. Maybe we are marching to it with fast steps. I am not sure of anything at all… How does the death feel like? For a moment I ask myself the same question…  

(this is a scene from the story)

 

note: this is my first real story here hope you will all like it. It's an EXO Fanfic but the characters of the members are all fictional. there will also be some NON GASOO characters. I put a lot of thoughts and effort in this story to make it an unique plot. give it a try! and comments are love <3 and English is like my third language so I hope you wont mind some mistakes ^^