- Ring - ring - ring - ring -

-click- 

"Hello?" A groggy answer.

"Seungri... are you awake?" The voice is small. Not questioning.

"yes..." A breathy answer. He rubs his eyes, knowing full well how this conversation will go. 

"I hate myself."

"You shouldn't."

"I feel sick. No one really loves me."

"And you're wrong."

"Everyone who seemed to love me, left me."

"I didn't."

A silence. 

"You're different."

"You're too."

"I want to disappear."

"How will you disappear?" He tries his best to be lighthearted. 

"There are many ways."

He looks at the watch near his bedside, 4:44 AM the clock blares.

"Jiyong... you have an exhibition tomorrow." 

"What if the world ends tomorrow?"

"The world never ends. What ends is the world we have built."

"What have I built?"

"BIGBANG." 

Another silence. A long sigh follows. 

"You're making this hard."

"You're worthy. You need to keep living." 

"It's not that..."

"Jiyong." It's a warning. "You need to keep living."

"I am tired."

"It's okay. It's okay to be tired." A short pause, then "It must be hard, huh?"

"It is hard."

"It doesn't get easier but you know what will make it all hurt less?" 

"Nothing."

"Tch. You. You can make it easier on you."

"How?"

"Look outside your windo