"There's nothing left to lose."
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Youngjae was leaning against a wall, a cigarette between his fingers. It was rare to see him smoking, but whenever he felt like he was going to give up on everything, nicotine was one of the few things that could make him relax. Though, sometimes that same substance made him feel anxious and desperate.
He was used to believe that maybe his problems and his stress could be taken away with the smoke that got out of the cigarette’s ashes. And while having those weird thoughts about life, problems, justice and discretion, he suddenly heard an unkown voice, “There’s nothing left to lose.” It was for sure towards him, he knew it, so when he looked at the one who talked to him, Youngjae sighed and shrugged.
"As long as you still have a life, there’s always something you can lose,” he mumbled before take a drag of the cigarette.
[ minuoir ]
