Why did you let me live?

this is the best choice you can make right now

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Gihun as a flower

He doesn’t sleep well in his bed.

Between the nightmares that haunt him and the heightened startle response that convinces his body that every brush of wind against the window or creak of the hotel is a sign of incoming danger, he gets a few hours a night in bed.

But the body needs to rest, so he’d have to sleep sometime, somewhere.

Imagine him nodding off while sitting upright, head lolling against the headrest, only to jerk back awake at the sound of his phone.

Imagine the awful guilt he’d feel for falling asleep on the job; imagine how he’d torture himself to stay awake and berate himself when he didn’t.