epilogue one

He wandered around the forest waiting for time to pass. He refused to go back out in public. The looks of people silently judging him created more self-hate.

San didn't know what he would do. He had no money, and the house he had was closed down. He groaned and cursed Wooyoung mentally for causing this.

He wanted to go build a new place. Or even go to the old one and find his supplies if they were still there. He doesn't remember any directions back to the house.

He walked deeper into the forest to find a sunny area. He felt his lips become sore and his head become lighter.

His breathing was irregular. It has been for the past couple of months. He felt overwhelmed by the new air he was able to breathe in again. Nothing felt stuffy. He felt freedom as the wind blew. He was cold, so cold. His arms felt like icicles, he sat down on the cold dirt. He didn't like his current situation but he didn't hate it either. Anything was better than the hospital. He sat for hours, he was shivering at this point, he closed his eyes as he felt himself fall asleep one last time.

"I'm gonna get you."