There is often a dull pain behind the right ear, close to the hairline. Sometimes the pain wakes me up in the early morning. I walk around in panic on the cold wooden floor with my bare feet, looking for white pills with analgesic effect. I feel hysterical and restless.
"Heechul, Han Geng is gone." Heechul called, the corners of his lips raised as he spoke, feeling indescribable pleasure.
"Jungsoo, you have insomnia again." Heechul's voice was lazy and tired, with an obvious hint of drunkenness.
"Maybe, he is waiting for me." Zhengzhu's voice filled the air, showing his fragile fragility, but with a firm smile.
The door to the ward was slammed shut, and Heechul lowered his voice with resentment, "Crazy!"
"A person who dies suddenly is cruel."
Heechul has been thinking of this sentence frequently recently, and when Jung-soo said it, he had a gentle and delicate tone.
During the days when Yingyun left, Zhengzhu rarely spoke. He would stand in front of the window of the practice room for a long time, sometimes wearing only a clean white shirt and loose casual pants. When the wind blew in, his soft hair would float slightly and then fall.
"Heechul." Jungsoo's voice was hoarse and tired.
"Are you crying again?"
"Heechul..."
"Zhengshu, you have to believe that everything will be fine..."
"Han Geng was in a car accident."
Beautiful things are incomparable, and they are incomparable in heaven and earth. Even if you try your best, you will only be admiring yourself in the end, and you will end up miserable.
You have to walk over step by step and walk in front of that man.
Then listen carefully to how the grieving heart makes a slight breaking sound on the soles of your feet.
Conception: