Yunho doesn’t understand.
It doesn’t seem like the world should keep on just turning, that people should keep just living their lives when his own has come to a screeching halt. He’s bewildered at the people that seem to pass him by with maybe at least a sympathetic sniffle but that walk on past and he can’t help but think, are there so few that really care?
How could rising gods fall so far, so fast that no one notices them hit the ground?
And all Yunho can think of then is how damn unfair that seems.
He wasn’t a bad person, never did anything that could merit falling away like this. It doesn’t make sense. Yunho- and the others- know all of these facts (that he’s gone, gone) in your head but the picture doesn’t fit together yet and you still don’t know what life is like without.
Yunho doesn’t want to know.
But now there’s an empty space that used to be filled wherever he goes, a gaping hole he can’t fathom is there.
And the world steps around it, steps over it like it isn’t there.
Yunho doesn’t understand, doesn’t know if he ever will, knows three other people that have halted where he has and still haven’t toed away from that standstill.
He knows now, though, that for them, there is a hole in the five parts of his heart that once beat so freely and with that one part gone the others are spiraling away as well.