The rain drops hit the window louder, causing patterns and sequences of little specks of water to attack and slide down the window in a drowsy and depressing manner. Jiyong was always so certain it was the heaven above crying; because something that beautiful must still have sadness. There's something about watching the rain which is somewhat bitter sweet. He watches every drop hit the ground a few meters away from him as he sits on the carpet before the balcony opening whist inhaling his joint deeply. Emotionally he felt as if he could connect to the rain falling, knowing that, he almost felt sorry from himself. Grey clouds, he feels as if that's all he ever sees when he looks up at the sky these days. It's becoming tiring. He let's out a sigh before running one of his hands through his sleek hair.

“I'll keep it simple-- I've just got to have you.” Jiyong closed his eyes remembering the vivid memory of last night. An honest, good man, one slow, delicate moment his deep voice, full of emotion and stability, his eyes full of longing and desire. Jiyong's eyes fluttered open, embracing reality again. With the joint placed securely in his mouth he plays with his rings in a anxious manner.

Time passed by, he finishes and puts out his joint; finding his feet he stumbles around the room, finding his bag jacket and phone. He flees.