How wonderful is it to dream? If Seungho could choose, he would live in his dreams for an eternity. These dreams where everything is so strange, seemingly illogical and yet he understands every part of it, where anything can happen, where emotions flow freely leaving him without the ability to control it, even in nightmares. He loves it. He loves his nightmares, the thrill when a killer is chasing him in an empty street or the fear of a spider nest that is tangled around his body. He wakes up with a beating heart and goose bumps covering his skin. He feels alive.

However, there was always a part of his dreams that he disliked. It was a part that tied him to reality. Humans he once loved, then hated or missed horribly - they would show up at night, yet it wouldn’t be a dream nor a nightmare, they’d just come to remind him of the pains in his heart. That was the part he hated. It was the part that made him cry.

Such was the night before. Seungho had spent all day on the internet, quite happily ignoring Joon’s message about the time of the party. It seemed he had gotten used to the idea that Seungho wouldn’t come and gave up quickly but he kept his phone switched on just because he knew Sanghyun would text him. It’s been like that since New Year’s when Sanghyun complained how boring it was without his chat partner. It was heartwarming to know he was so important to him. Sanghyun was too caring. It’s been driving Seungho crazy for the past few days. Even walking next to Sanghyun after school became unbearable. Seungho tried to surround himself with a shield of silence, hiding his feelings. However, friends like Joon would immediately notice such things and start bothering him with questions. In those past few days as he was looking for a way to calm down, he came across a blog of love advices. He knew it was stupid but he wrote an anonymous message doubting that anyone would even answer him. They did. Yet it made Seungho laugh as they made it seem like confessing was the easiest thing in the world. Seungho laughed but it still bothered him, and the more he thought about it the more possible it seemed. It wasn’t that he hoped to get an answer from Sanghyun. Confessing was the only way for him to forget. There wasn’t much left until the end of school year. Seungho decided to avoid him until then and send him a letter. He wouldn’t be