A/N: I'm back. Okay, if you were one of my readers back then and you've read my #32 blog post two months ago, check my #33 blog post now. If not and you're kind of pissed that I started a new story without finishing my other stories, sorry about that but I have this thing called "YOLO" impulse so I tend to act on it. If you're a new reader and you just happened to read this and are interested to read, proceed. If you're not interested in reading and you're reading this, wtf are you doing here then? NAAH just kidding... :P I guess I drank too much coffee.

So I'm experimenting... I typically write cheesy romance stories but now, I want to try something new. :)

Oh, and by the way, I might switch the rating to M because it has a lot of violence (not , but maybe later on).

Equinox

[ee-kwuh-noks, ek-wuh-] (noun)

The time when the sun crosses the plane of the earth's equator, making night and day of approximately equal length all over the earth.
(source: dictionary.com)

prologue

There are a million thoughts running through my mind each second, but it seems that time has stopped because I could only focus on one thing.

I could generate a hundred titles for myself, yet the media has already thought of a thousand names to identify Kwon Jiyong: heir to Asia’s largest real estate company; the genius lad who’ll be graduating with honors this school year; the handsome groom of Lee Chaerin, an heiress known all around the world; the guy who practically has everything yet he still thinks that his life is full of (and it is).

But as -hurt as I sound, I do think that my life is full of . It’s just that, only for now, I want to remember all of this as proof, to remind me that there are some things in life that could make living worth it.

Despite her usual ‘tough’ personality, she’s actually frail, and most peaceful when asleep. Last night, I never regarded her as someone who could help me escape from this world, but as someone whom I can go to when I feel like the odds are against me. It’s strange because I feel at peace when I’m with her, yet tense up whenever I can feel our heartbeats beat as one; how I despise her when she doesn’t even make sense, but I find it more tolerable than having to return to my reality without her presence.

I gently her cheek with the back of my palm, my fingers running through her long, brunette locks as I gaze at her in awe.

But before I could say something, my mind starts to process the bigger picture here, and I realize the gravity of what I’ve done and the time I have remaining. No matter how many times I’d escape, it won't change the fact that my life has already been set before me.

As silently as I can, I got out of bed, placing my pillow next to Dara to keep her company. I take a shower, wear the clothes that I was wearing last night, and fix myself in front of the mirror. Before I leave, I took a glimpse of Dara, and I try not to imagine how she’d look like when she realizes that I’m not there beside her anymore.

I know I’m a mess, which is why she doesn’t deserve a guy like me, and I don't deserve her.

There are a million thoughts running through my head each second; most of them are thoughts of her.