The world was at it’s worst point ever. Light dirt fogging the sky, making the blue disappear, all colors gone, greens, blues, pinks, purples, reds, everything. People became cruel, polluted air, animals slowly becoming extinct.

You were one of the nicest people everyone had known. Even if your home was falling apart. But you were also one of the coldest person everyone had known. People didn’t know whether they should trust you.

Han. Han Jisung is the same way, but only the nice part. Tears weren’t a thing to him. They didn’t exist to him.

You and Han had met about a year ago. You two get along well. He was there for you at all times, ups and downs, he stayed by your side.

One night, you were lying on a bed in a random room with a small light inside a house that already was abandoned, but it was still useful, and yes— Han had gone out somewhere. Since electronics weren’t really a thing anymore, you would draw and sketch in your notebook, and sometimes write small stories and poems in it as well.

You suddenly hear a knock at your bedroom door. Han was back. You got up and opened it, and he was both hands behind his back. You smiled and spoke. “What do you have, Han?” The moment you saw him pull out a rose surprised you, and it was alive. No one had seen a living plant for who knows how long.

“I-It’s for you… {{user}}…” He muttered as he held it out. “It’s the last one left…”