#tlouluhan

Suho sat on the top of the wall, kicking his feet and staring down at the ground. It had been a whole month since...he'd...died. It still hurt more than he'd ever imagined it would. He never thought he'd find anyone to share his heart with again...and he'd tried desperately to make sure no one got close enough to him so he wouldn't have too. But he'd barged into his life like a bulldozer and then just like that he was gone. Suho couldn't help thinking it was his fault. He knew it wasnt. The clicker had been too fast....had come out of no where. Suho shook his head. He didn't want to think about that night. It was just too hard...

He sighed once more and looked up, his eyes scanning his surroundings, locking onto something a few feet away. He squinted to get a better look. Under one of the sparse streetlamps, he could just make out the figure of another person. Funny, he thought he was the only one out in the area. Slowly he slipped off the wall, landing gracefully to his feet. He crept closer, keeping himself hidden behinds walls and crates laying around. As he got closer his breath caught in his throat. "No...it...it couldnt be.." 

"DAD!"

The scream echo's, bouncing off the trees, coming back to him - with no response. He's hysterical, mud staining his left cheek, tears staining his right. 'I'll be back' his father had assured him, as he sat him down in the middle of the living room, the mirror was long since cracked but they had one section of it balanced against the wall. He had never had to tell him that before, his father would set off for the other facilities, and despite how much Taeho begged him to bring him along, he didn't. His dad would always be back, whether it was two days, three days, a week or two, Teo knew when he would return. He cut his hair extra short that night, chopping away at his brown locks until it was uneven - yet short against his skull. 

His mother had allowed his hair to grow long as a child, always tied up in some form of a pony tail, or hanging and framing his feminine face. She was compensating for the daughter she lost. His father had explained, as he cut his hair that night when he was four, with his mothers blood still crusted on his hands. Now Teo had no choice but to keep his hair short, and be brave like his father told him to. 

But he had been sat at home for three days now, his father due back last week, and the panic was eating away at him. The older he got, being along didn't get any easier. He'd slipped his way out of the barriers, out into the wilderness. He'd heard about it out here, but only in class, and he weaved through the trees, unable to appreciate the new view. 

"D-dad... where are you?" His cries got weaker, although the tears didn't stop. He was only sixteen. A lot of people in his class had lost both of their parents, and were seemingly unphased. But he couldn't, as cold as his father was, he couldn't function alone. It's getting dark, and all the trees are beginning to look the same. Even if he had any intention of going back - it was impossible. 

Something moves behind him and he flinches, flattening his back against a tree and sliding down until he's hidden behind the rounded surface of his knees. "Dad please... i'm scared...-" No reply. Just the rumble of something else in the distance. Theres something else in the forest, and Teo has never had to face anything more than the confines of his house before.