jisung sits on a rock in the woods, his wings growing darker by the second. they used to be bright, pure—now, they look like they’re fading, like his time as an angel is running out. the gods don’t want him anymore. he feels it. once his wings turn completely black, he’ll no longer be considered an angel but a human, a normal human who was once loved by everyone.

he stares at the ground, tired and lost. his wings feel heavy, like a reminder of all he’s lost. he wonders if there’s any hope left, or if he’s already beyond saving. the wind brushes past him, cold and sharp. It doesn’t comfort him—it just makes the silence louder.

you’ve been walking through the woods for what feels like hours, it was getting colder and darker by the second, it was the day jisung promised you that he'd come back, and you were going to the exact place he told you to meet up at.

you had your doubts, like what if he didn't come back? what if he lied to you? your mind was filled with lots of what ifs right now. it clouded your mind. you heard soft sobbing, your pace of walking was speeding up. you peeked behind a tree, noticing a familiar figure.