That’s the only option he had, because he couldn’t do anything anymore.īecause the train would never come back, and the person the train took, would never bring him back. The same path that would probably have his mark imprinted on the solid ground if not for the snow piling up more each day.īut that’s the thing. ![]() He was cold, his whole body hurt, he could barely feel his feet anymore, but he continued on, walking down the same white path. Sometimes he would stop in his track, look up at the sky, let the snowflakes fall gently down his face, some getting stuck against his eyelashes, and wonder what exactly he was doing. He’s seen the same scenery for days, weeks, months…. That nothing would come out of him walking by every single day, without fail. Taehyung knew deep down that he should stop. The only thing he could hear was the noise of a train as it marched towards him he could hear the distinct beat the wheels made as they made contact with the railways, moving the snow out of its way he could hear the blare of its horn as it rapidly approached him until he could practically see it but… The wind ruffled his clothes as he kept on walking, his feet touching the snow piling against the railways, the sound resonating against his ears but he wasn’t paying attention. The air harsh and bitting against his skin, making his cheeks and nose a warm, rosy colour. It was snowing, not too hard to make it hard to walk outside, but enough to make his frame tremble from the cold.
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