He killed himself because he finally wanted to be happy.  However, in the end, he was still unhappy.  He walks days and days in those same clothes.  White v-neck and a pair of dark blue jeans.  His hair is almost as bright as the sun but just a tad duller.  This man can't be seen but he can walk through anything.  He sees them crying with saddened tears.  If his heart was still beating right now, it would break into a million pieces.  Kris Wu asks himself, "What have I done?"

It's scary holding something inside of you for so long. It's just waiting to explode out there. You become scared to tell anyone. Scared that they will judge you. I'm not a perfect being. I am broken.  I am dirty.   And I am so sorry.

       He sniffed the ground filled with many green leaves and fallen branches.  Scrunching his nose, he picked up a trail.          A divine and sweet scent that cannot be mistaken for any other.          He looked around and spotted no one and so he continued this delightful trail.           There, in front of his chocolate orbs, stood an angel.          "Mate", he whispered into the winds.

      I wish I could be skinny.         The mirrors haunt me and numbers scare me.          They're pointing and laughing.           I don't know what to do.          Help.

         Saranghae.              All you could hear was a crack.  Then a thump.  Then silence.  His heart slowly broke into pieces.  One by one.  They were falling onto the ground.  No one could help him because no one could hear him.  Or perhaps they just didn't want to.

       I am so sorry that all I can do is hurt you.  I'm so sorry for not being strong for you.  I know that one day you will explode and it will be my fault.  If only, I didn't fall for you.  If only, I could turn back time.         I am nothing but a coward.  A coward that you don't deserve.

        In my world, there's only one thing that is important to me.  Huang Zitao.  However, in his world, the sky is grey and miserable.  It's always so glacial and cold.  Mist follows him everywhere.        All the hatred has caught up to me.         I despise it.  I despise it all. 

       Isn't it nice to do the things you love everyday? Feeling proud of all the effort you put into your work. It can be nice but for a certain somebody he has always been working his off. Fixing clocks here and there.          One customer gives him a little visit. It isn'

         Happy Cafe was a cafe to give out happiness to others. And how did they do this? It was through the magic of their foods and creations. Putting your own happiness and love into foods and giving it out to others can bring such wonderful things to others who need it.  

       Tapping her fingers away on her mug as she waited for the man to come. She glanced at the clock and could see he would arrive quite late. She sighed to herself sadly. What if he stood her up because he was scared?  

      Every night, this one girl would walk home and she would always pass this park on her way. There she would notice a guy always watching her behind a tree. She could only see bits and pieces of this man. She was always so curious about his eyes though.