On My Own – The Used – 02:43
Onew/Key (Onew centric) | 128 words

He was good at hiding; in fact it was his hobby. The rooftops acting as his own little personal haven, the grey of the building’s roof scraping at his shins as he leaned over the bars looking down on the people swarming around, so unaware of his solitary presence.

He was on his own.

He didn’t mind though, company only brought him pain and confusion. Jinki could never live up to what people expected from him. His parents told him so.

Absent minded he the soft junction of his wrist that hid under layers of clothing and bandage. Gazing down at the world below him that seemed so far away his breath caught as a figure stared up at him, eyes sparkling with a dark brown wonder.