He spends the night, much like the other night, sitting on the balcony of his apartment while staring at the not-so quiet street in front of him. The beer cans piling up next to him, making him lose his consciousness just a little while he takes a deep breath at the view. He can take alcohol really well - that’s kind of his reputation, really - but these days he can feel tipsy by a couple of medium-sized cans. Funny, with the way he drinks it every night by now, he should be building some sort of strength towards the drink, but he can feel it takes over him more and more with each passing day.

The view seems regular to normal eyes. People and cars passing by, off-note singing from drunk businessmen, the chatters on the street of Seoul, a view that he witnesses again and again in his alone time. The view seems regular to normal eyes, but not to his, as he used to see this with someone else by his side.

Every time, at the first seep of the beer, his brain begins to recall all the memories, the late night talks and whispers, with someone he loved, and loves, about literally anything under the sky. At the first gulp, he can recall the small touches the other person did, the light laughter that escaped his lips, the smile that took his breath away. By the time he finishes his first can, all of his system can recall the feeling, as if he’s the happiest man on earth, simply by a mere of existence of the other.

When the seconds kick in, the regrets come rushing in. The nights he spent fighting with him over petty argument, the times he ignored his messages because he was just too tired, the yelling, the cursing, and the time he realized he has slipped away from his hand.

The buzz comes a minute later from his phone, taking him back to reality.

Man of the hour, he thinks. The person of all of his night thoughts.

From: Ahn Daniel

Hey, are you there?

He pulls up a smile.

This is more than enough.