I'll shine with warm colors

Jaehwa didn’t know how long he had been practicing for but he did know it’s been hours since he ate. His body was starting to feel the effects of over working himself, his stomach eating away at it’s insides. Though he didn’t care it wasn’t his priority, what a joke honestly that he didn’t view his body as his priority. The squeaks left from the contact of his sneakers hitting the floor bounced throughout the room. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror he froze and tripped falling on the ground. 

What was staring back at him was a face he didn’t recognize anymore. His eyes were sunken in eyes and dark bags to accent it. His cheeks seemingly hollow on his face. The shirt oh his body that once used to cling to his skin was now big on him and hung loosely on his shoulders. If his brother was here in this moment he could picture the expression on his face as he spat out insults and commented on how pathetic he looked. Who was this person? he thought to himself because surely this was no longer him, no longer Jaehwa. 

The him he knew took care of himself, looked healthy, actually ate. The him that he knew would have never held petty grudges or cared what other people said or thought about him. Clutching his chest suddenly he took in a shaky breathe as it started to feel like a weight was set on top of him. He didn’t know what was happening. This feeling wasn’t normal to him. Pushing himself up off the floor he tried to take in a breathe but found it was hard to and coughed a little. Searching for his water bottle he crawled over to it and with a shaky hand lifted it to his lips. The cold water helped him feel like his throat was no longer constricting itself.