13 days. 02 hours. 23 minutes. 

Hyukjae finds himself in a bridge, just to look at the water underneath and listen to the cars passing on the road not that far from where he was. He wishes he could fall from there, just to feel the cold water on his skin.

The reflection on the water showed someone Hyukjae couldn’t recognize. He didn’t looked like himself. It looked just like a hollow version of him, one that was dull and lifeless.

He found himself wishing that weeks ago, he was stronger. That he was able to take every blow without complaining, because he couldn’t deal with how everything looked so dull, empty. The lack of color indeed caused a change in his mood - he didn't notice it at first. But now, seeing that he’s willing to just throw himself on the cold, deep water, he finally sees how he’s not fine.

“I wonder if someone will notice if I jump and disappear,” He mutters to himself, sitting on the edge. “I guess they won’t, I'm surprisingly useless for them.”

“You don’t plan on jumping, do you?” A voice, so similar to the one he had listened in his dream, says so softly that Hyukjae has to hold the urge to look to his side, focusing his eyes on the water instead.

“Do you really care if I die or not?”

“It would be such a shame if someone as beautiful as you die so tragically.” The man on his side answers, choosing to lean on the h