A park.
Sangcheol brought him to a park. On a hill. Where they are supposedly able to see the sunset had they been there a few minutes earlier. Still, not caring about the missed opportunity, both the students sit, just staring at the remaining red before everything turns dark blue.
Everything is very silent.
The world is very silent.
The sound of cicadas can be heard, but that is just in the background, just like the sound of the wind brushing through the leaves.
Haneul likes this. He needs this. Unlike the dead silence in his four walls on campus which suffocates him, he feels free. He feels like he exists. Even though he is alone, he is alive.
