he was speechless, not knowing what to do or what to say after reading the previous letter.

after hera left hours ago, he headed home after eating their favorite street foods with his friends. a foodtrip they say.
he arrived at his home with a smile on his face, after remembering some crazy jokes they made on the way home.

after drinking water downstairs, he carried his bag and made way to his room.
he opened the door and placed his bag on the table and sat on his bed, not caring if he crumpled the bed sheets his mom arranged earlier.

he sighed, and his eyes scanned the whole room. it looks messy he thought.
until it landed to the small box he placed on top of his closet.

he got up and reached at the box with a stool below so that he can grab it effortlessly. it's because he's short.

minutes later, he found himself intenly reading the letter seriously.
his eyes fixed on the words written on the paper, with his hands tightly holding the letter and it looked like it's about to tear any minute now.

the sweat on his hands are leaving marks throughout the paper because of holding the for paper too long.

his face, at first, wore the cold expression, almost stiff, of one who shows coldness and eyes like daggers, words piercing to his heart, but brightened when he felt the warmth feeling of the letter.

he felt his heart tugged by a small string, pounded by a hammer, smashed by a fist, and broke like a glass.

and a tear escaped his eye as he unconsciously looked at the blank wall above him. slowly by slowly tears were pouring from his face as he bit his lip urging himself not cry anymore.

he gasped, and not knowing he was crying minutes later. the tears fell as blots on the paper, and wetting the paper he was holding.
there was a continual flow of emotion rushing to his heart.

i need to find you baekhyun said, with tears in his eyes. i need to he said before going off to sleep soundly on his bed while tears are continuously flowing from his eyes. leaving the passing hours left by the sound of the crickets singing.

he was hurt, not by the feeling, but to the words that painfully stabbed his heart. he wasn't expecting the emotional pain he experienced. and yet he also wasn't expecting to the girl to write that letter to him

he was holding tightly the edge of his blanket to his chest, silently sobbing until there was no sound of crying to be heard anymore.