The water’s cold, so cold, but it doesn’t entice Kyungsoo to stray off the shore. He relishes the harsh bites of the unmerciful water.

It tingles his nerves and heightens his senses. He feels alive and ignited like a blazing fire that burns so bright and that’s all that matters to him at the moment.

If he was to burn, he’d like to burst so bright it’ll leave no ashes behind. 

The sea breeze is calming and the musty smell of the salty water wafts through the air in a reassuring manner. Kyungsoo can feel the knots on his back slowly disentangling themselves, turning his tight muscles and stiff posture to go lax. 

It’s a few moments before daybreak, the shadows of yesterday still balancing in between the limbo of past and present, but instead of being frightened of being left in the dark throes of not yesterday yet also not today, it leaves his mind at peace.

Kyungsoo feels as if he holds the key of time because the world’s in deep slumber and unmoving while he’s yielding towards his destination of finality.

He supposes the unknown should trigger the fear that’s coiled deep within him; however, all it brings forth now is the excitement of finally knowing what goes after the end.

It’s blinding, so blinding, yet he sees what he thinks is a silhouette of a person waiting for him at the opposite end.

If what awaits him at the end is the pleasant warmth of that person filled with tenderness, then he knows everything will be fine.