”I like it, because it fades. Like I fade, and you fade.” Woohyun just stared. ”It's grey and it's faint, and then it goes away. The air catches it and gives it a safe way to go, because the world is too cruel on it. Cigarette is and then held, and then held again, but in the end, it just ends up to the ground under everyone's steps. But the smoke is the soul it lets out, and the soul that gets away from the cruel world.”

we all feel insane, deep, hurt and routined.

we don't feel enough love, enough light, enough routine.

we all have the past haunting on us.

it's called life, and we need to start dealing with it, before it starts dealing with us.

a/n: okay, I swear this is even more useless than Flaws of Seven. prepare yourself to read some weird rubbish, because it's not going to make any kind of sense. so first, I'm just gonna say sorry for the people who have written lovely Woosoo/Lhyun with cigarettes, and sorry for ruining the subject to you guys OTL. I just find this interesting, and I wanted to try. (I swear I'm so bad asdfghjk but I just wanted to try something new so.) I will probably be working on this the whole night, and then I hope it's worth of something.

mostly, this is life. nothing else really, no depth (although it's mentioned like what, a million times?) and no glamour or anything great and awesome. just life, okay. 

(and yes, I seriously put Sungyeol in this as well. and he's so damn useless, but I just wanted so don't judge me.) 

warning for slight cursing and angst!

Dedication: to Eva, because she helped me with my sadist!Myungsoo (please don't ask), and because she's my payback friend; talk and get talked, ask and get asked (and because she said words such as wise and mature to a kid) //you probably deserve something amazing and all, but all you get is this word vomit that doesn't make any sense, ugh I'm so sorry but I hope you like it.

just pointless text okay, but enjoy anyways! - sky