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"Changbin?"

"Minho?
Is that really you?"

The purple-haired boy gasped
and immediately stood up at the
sight of his old Highschool
best friend.

"Yeah it's me.
What a coincidence meeting
you here."

"And who's this?"

Minho smiled briefly down
at the sleepy baby in his arms
before sitting down on the
bench with Changbin.

"This is Aera,
my friend's daughter."

The younger nodded,
watching her with a smile
and even Luna curiously but
very carefully sniffed on the
tiny girl's feet.

"She's really cute.
But if I'm allowed to ask,
where's your friend?
Why are you alone with her?"

Changbin noticed the change
in the atmosphere, Minho's face
immediately fell and he looked
away back to the small child in
his arms with sad eyes.

"He's in the hospital."

"Oh. I'm really sorry to hear that.
Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I don't know,
I don't know anything at all.
They couldn't tell me anything
about his condition since he was
still in the examination room
or something like that."

"What happened?"

Minho looked up at him with
glossy eyes, his bottom lip
quivering before the first tear
slipped down his pale cheek.

"H-he tried…
he tried to commit suicide."

"O-oh."

What would you say to
someone whose friend just
tried to kill themselves?

I'm sorry?

I hope he gets better soon?

"Do you..
Do you maybe know this?"

Changbin rummaged in the pocket
of his jacket and pulled the small
cigarette box out, maybe they
were talking about the same
person all the time.

Minho took the box in his hand,
caressing the painting with his
thumb as he stared at it with
his eyebrows furrowed.

He felt like he had seen it
before somewhere but he just
didn't remember where.

Jisung wasn't smoking,
he had never seen him
with a cigarette.

But that could also be
because of Aera, right?

But would the Jisung of months
ago really quit smoking for a baby
he hadn't wanted?

Probably not.

"I'm not sure.
I think I've seen it somewhere
before but it's not like I could tell
you the name of the owner."

"I found it earlier.
The reason I'm here is because
I'm also waiting for some news
about someone. I was walking
with Luna over the bridge when
I saw someone sitting on the
other side of the railing.

It looked like he was about to jump.

Luna was able to stop him from
doing anything stupid but he had
also taken some pills probably,
he was not really responsive
anymore when I reached him.

This box was standing beside
him on the edge."

Minho looked at him with
wide teary eyes, a bad feeling
creeping up his whole body.

"What did he look like?"

"The boy?"

"Hm."

"He was wearing a black hoodie
with his hood up, had black hair
and he was smoking and wearing
grey sweatpants.

Oh, and he had really
chubby cheeks.
He looked like a squirrel."

And Changbin could only pat
his friend's shoulder when the
other cried out in pure agony.

Jisung's head hurt.

As if someone had broken his
skull with a hammer.

His whole body actually felt
heavy and hurt, every single limb
felt like it had been run over
by a train separately.

Is this what death feels like?

Is being dead really that painful?

But at least it was just as bright
as in every movie, they hadn't
lied apparently.

Being dead was boring.

It felt like being awake in a coma
after being bathed in boiling water.

At least that's how Jisung
would describe his situation.

He just wondered where this
constant beeping sound came from.

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