Sonnet of the Night
The silenced midnight is accompanied by the drenching rain. Clutching the torn fabric of his jacket; Junsu weaved his way out of the narrow street. His steps clumsy, and each time he puts on too much pressure, he loses his footing, and stumbles down. The rain continues to beats down on his frail figure. The numbing pain from the open wound on his left arm became unbearable. He does his best not thinking about it; surely, he knows it’ll get worse. But Junsu refused to cry, so he continued walking into the night, into the soft melody of the broken.