Everything had disappeared. Time had run out, coming to an end. The space was frozen, slowing to finally stop on a single image. Blackness. A huge black hole, where everything expanded, was lost and fell. A black hole that swallowed everything and spit nothing. Just nothingness. The void. The silence. Nothing else existed. The world was falling apart. Crumbled. The stone once solid became sand. The reality once clear was now blurred. As thick as a winter fog.

The heart, which had been beating regularly and calmly, had raced and couldn't return to a normal rhythm. The air that was healthy had turned into poison, inflaming the lungs. The stomach and the throat were caught in vices and it was up to whichever squeezed the tightest. And the mind was empty. Meaningless. Empty from thoughts. It didn't think anymore. It couldn't think anymore. At the same time there were too many questions and too much misunderstanding. Logic was lost in the middle of the irrational.

Then, in front of Ashil, the white wall. Smooth and gloomy. A simple square of white color, surrounded by posters and papers of all kinds. But no more notice board. No more letters. Everything had disappeared. Everything was gone. Colors. Words. Thoughts. The good. The bad. The lie. The truth. Ashil's past.

"Ashil?" A voice called him.

The voice sounded like it was in the distance, but the hand on his shoulder said the opposite.

"What's wrong?" The voice asked.

"Where is it?" Ashil asked back in a weak voice.

"Where is what?"

"The notice board with our letters."

"I don't know. The student council took it down during the lunch break."

His heart stopped beating in a violent and painful contraction. His legs became weak, making Ashil stagger backward.

"Why? Why did they take it down? For what reason? And what did they do with the letters? Did they keep them? Or worse, they threw them away?"

Panic wraped around Ashil's heart. Everything couldn't collapse so easily. Everything couldn't disappear from his life in the twinkling of an eye. It was impossible!

Being able to move again, Ashil rushed to the student council room. He ran up the stairs to the first floor, ignoring the constant calls from his friends. Arrived in front of the room, he opened the door in large without taking the time to knock. The room was empty and bathed in sunlight. Ashil took a quick look around the room, no sign of the notice board. They didn't throw it away, did they? Ashil staggered again and held on to the door handle to keep from falling.

His life was doomed to be made only with blackness? Wasn't there a day in his life where everything would be as he wanted it to be?

"Hinata? What are you doing here?" A male voice behind him asked.

"The notice board," Ashil articulated with difficulty, "where did you put it?"

"Why?"

The person walked past him, sitting on a sofa around the coffee table.

Ashil's gaze fixed on the floor slowly looked up to the boy.

"You have no right to remove a project without informing the students, so why did you take it down?"

"We said it to the representatives of the psychology department, including Seokjin, and besides the ceremony was held more than two weeks ago. We weren't going to keep the board until the end of the year."

"That wasn't up to you to decide," Ashil said between his teeth.

"Come on Hinata, it was just a university activity. There is nothing serious about it," the boy began to be annoyed, rolling his eyes.

"But I don't really care about your opinion. I just want to know where you put this damn notice board. So where is it?" Ashil got mad.

The boy sat up straight slightly and indicated the wall in front of him. Ashil followed the direction and met only a bare wall, then he looked down at the table against it and finally found what he was looking for. Standing on the table was the notice board. Letting go of the handle, Ashil went to the table. He leaned on it and scanned the board.

The world was rebuilding itself. The light reappeared. Time was passing again. Space was clear again. Existence, life had returned to normal. The colors were blazing. The words shone. Thoughts murmured. Ashil was breathing again.

Then his eyes stopped on the location of his letter. And everything fell apart again. The world collapsed. It didn't crumble. It wasn't reduced to dust. No, it shattered, broke, cracked, it was split in two. It was his end. There was no more white piece of paper. No more past. No more present. No more truth. Just a red drawing pin.

The weight of Ashil becoming too heavy to bear, his legs became weak and gave way, unable to carry him. Ashil fell on the ground, his gaze staring at nothing.

Why? How? Who? For what reason?

And now, what was going to happen?

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His arms behind his head, his eyes staring at the ceiling plunged in darkness, the rain tapping heavily on the window panes, the thunder roaring furiously making it vibrate, Ashil couldn't fall asleep.

No sooner had he finished his day of classes than he had taken his leave of his friends. He had also called his job, telling them that he wasn't going to be responsible for his hours, because he was sick. Ashil knew it was a pitiful excuse, but he didn't feel well. Physically he was fine, but his mind made him nauseous.

As soon as he arrived at his studio, he rushed into the heat of his home and quickly headed for his bed, where he had left his bag and jacket. Then he laid down under the blankets without taking a shower or eating.

Hours now that he couldn't close his eyes. Hours he stared at the ceiling with an empty mind. Hours that he was trying to find solutions. Hours that the silence of the night haunted his nonexistent sleep.

Two years ago, Ashil came to South Korea, specifically to Seoul, to pursue higher education. Thanks to a friend who stayed in Japan, he allowed him to enter one of the most prestigious universities of the Korean capital, thinking that fate offered him a new opportunity to live.

Two years now that Ashil hoped that this new life would bring him wonders. Two years that he thought the change had taken place. Two years that his heart was beating strongly still waiting for the arrival of the miracle. Two years...

But what miracle did Ashil expect to receive? What change did he expect to have? What expectations would he have wanted to see during this journey?

He never imagined that the world would turn upside down in such a short time. Not after spending so much time in the monotony of life. Not after so much hope. Not after stopping to hope. Not after he realized that no change would happen.

So, during that stormy night, he didn't know what to do. Ashil didn't know if he should do anything. Should he do something? Should he write another letter and wait to see who had the white letter? Had someone taken his letter? How could he know? Was it worth knowing the reasons for its disappearance?

Ashil didn't know the answers to those questions. He just felt in his heart that someone had taken with him a piece of his history. That a stranger, without his consent, had removed from him some of his truth.

And the fact that he suddenly finds himself vulnerable, he couldn't stay idle. He had to solve this mystery. He had to know the truth behind the disappearance of his letter. And that even if he had to reveal himself to the eyes of the world.