Now it’s 1 pm, there’s nothing left undone. The clock kept ticking very slowly; thoughts weren’t enough to make it move faster. He could go to the bar and do some daytime drinking like an old alcoholic geezer, but he had a meeting not too long after, and he wasn’t sure he would sober up. He put his wired headphones in his ears and laid down on the grass beneath a tree, for a moment of solitude, and potentially peace. He was listening to exactly the type of music you’d think he’d listen to. He closed off his eyes for what felt like a moment; he had a grip on his phone and lost a grip of his mind momentarily. He’d faded as if he’d smoked a very natural plant. Despite the prologue of a very ugly scene, he was lying there looking very weak. The sun sneaked through the branches of the trees to touch his beautiful face. The sun was very brave. The devil in his eyes was hidden beneath the lies of beauty. The grass carried the weight of his burdens for a second and hugged him close, as if he wasn’t a sinner planning to commit more sin. He wore a black oversized shirt that slightly revealed the side of his stomach; the air would carry the coldness of his heart along with the breeze, but the sun was enough to warm him. He was too complicated a man for other people to know what was on his mind only from afar. Perhaps, that’s why nature pitied him and showed him something he never truly knew, even if he felt it, warmth.

He’d dream about whatever was better; he loved vivid dreams where he was a completely different person. He’d drift in lucid dreams, and drag them further from ever ending. He’d touch the lines in between reality and imagination to intertwine, like his twisted fate. By the time the alarm rang to put an end to this quietness, it was 4 o'clock. He drove back to Hae-in’s house; his mind was slightly foggy, but he was sane enough. He parked his car in his garage and took a quick cold shower to rinse off the sweat from wearing black clothes in the sun. He roughly dried his hair with a towel and left it to air dry, it was 4:45pm, so he thought he’d smoke a bit before it was exactly 5pm. The smoke of emptiness rose up to the clouds. He closed his eyes for a second before he was interrupted. She snatched the cigarette from between his peachy lips; he looked like a confused bigot.

“Why are you waiting outside?’’ Kang Hae-in said as she tossed the cigarette to the ground and pressed on it.

“You shouldn’t litter here” - Jiwon

“Don’t worry, I’ll pick it up, I'm not that kind of person.” - Haein

‘‘It’s not 5 o'clock yet” - Jiwon

“Why’d you take the cigarette?” -Jiwon

“I don’t want my house smelling like an old man” -Haein

“fair.” - Jiwon