25 days. 04 hours. 13 minutes.

Hyukjae is holding Jongwoon's hand for a while now. He's been repeating over and over that he's doing that because Jongwoon is the only thing  that links him to the reality right now – and it wasn't a lie, but it isn't the truth either.

Flickers of colors were teasing him for a few minutes, and he couldn't help but feel bothered by it. Was destiny teasing the out of him, now that he couldn’t understand what his life has descended into?

“You did a great job there,” Jongwoon says after a long silence, “I thought that you would stay with him.”

“I.. thought about it.” Hyukjae mutters, not recognizing his own voice anymore. “I felt so.. bad, mad that he would think I would come back to him after all the he put me through. And I felt worse when I caught myself actually thinking of going back to him.”

“Why?”

“As you said, I would only be happy if I moved on. My relationship with him wasn’t a happy one, and I’ve barely been able to see any color when I was with him. His concept of love is twisted.. And definitely, isn’t the one I am searching.” Hyukjae chuckles at the memories, the flickers of colors disappearing as soon as they came. “I guess he never loved me. It seems that for him, all I could give to him was my body and only that.”

“Jerk indeed.” Jongwoon growls, having to bite his tongue so he wouldn’t say something bad. “I’m glad you’re searching for your