Fight to Survive

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..” 

He didn't have many attachments, in fact, he wasn't too sure if he had any. Sure, maybe there was one or two, but he hasn't seen or heard from them in years, so in a way, he doesn't count them as attachments. Perhaps he was better off that way, not having to worry about the well being of others, it made his life a little less stressful.