Beomseok gets so drunk he doesn't even know what's left and right. He sings loudly and the moon struggles to greet him through the clouds. He's laughing and he's crying. And everything is a bad idea because it's only a matter of time before he will stumble off the cliff edge.
It's only about a three-story drop so Beomseok probably won't die if he falls and that's the only thing that keeps him from leaping. Or something?
The logic faculty in his brain is malfunctioning because he's on his back against the cold grass, muttering a familiar tune.
Why won't the moon come out to greet him? He wonders through the muddle of nausea that punches him deep in the gut. He's lying down with his feet dangling over the edge while his arms are spread out.
Breathing hurts. It churns the poisonous brew in his gut and he knows he needs to throw up but he also doesn't have the energy to.
