One of the moments that makes life hits different is when your mind is all tangled up. When you are alone and confused, sad and angry, paired up with your teary eyes and cold night breeze.

No, you do not understand. I am fragile as a flower, that is what my mother would always compare me to. I am pleasant to look at but should be careful in everything.

And a flower withers when you tie the stem around itself. I am the flower, and my mind is the stem—tied in a knot and slowly, it is killing me.

Even when you untie it, things are not going to be the same for the flower. That describes my whole situation as of this very moment. No matter how many hours of talking will it take for me to be convinced that this is fine or things will be fine, I could not look at and live life the same way as before.

Because the knot in my stem happened.

"Y/n!"

That knot happened to be love.

And I can not take it anymore, I am sorry for hurting you...

One last glance over my shoulder and a tear escaped my eye. "Jongin..."

And gaze back on the water, to the miserable reflection of myself. I have fallen, but I can't love you when I feel sorry for the one I have to leave behind to be with you...

"Kyungsoo..."

In one swift move, my feet had left the ground; the whole world turn upside down. Air was hitting my face, the cold seems to help me familiarize to the feeling I am about to get myself in