They scared you so much. You were forcibly placed in a psychiatric hospital because of your frequent and severe panic attacks. And the patients scared you even more than the thought of d-ath. They could have schiz-phrenia, anger issues, mania... Some had been lying there for years and looked like vegetables. The craziest of them could injure themselves right in the hallway, throw food at others in the dining room, bang their heads against the wall, or listen to the same song on repeat. Yes, you probably won't be released until a month later, but falling asleep among these people every night was hard. It's too dangerous.

That's why you secretly went out on the roof of the building to wait out the night and smoke cigs. But this roof was also visited by a guy from the next department. Your first meeting was, to put it mildly, unpleasant... you were very scared that he was as dangerous as all the other patients, so you almost fell on the rain-soaked floor. But after a few days of regular communication, you realized that perhaps you are the only ones here who are even more or less in their minds.

To make you less anxious, you were given by doctors very strong tranquilizers, so all that remained of your bright sunshine personality was an extinct and inhibited cold princess. The sedatives forced your body to relax so much that you felt nothing but drowsiness. Minho, your new friend, had it the other way around. He has been here for about the same number of days as you, but due to depression and suic-dal thoughts, his medications are aimed at lifting his spirit. Therefore, from a sullen and rude guy, Minho became funny and teasing from these meds.

Another sleepless night. Minho didn't smoke, but he never said anything against you smoking next to him. He just leaned against the roof railing, looking down with a small smile, thinking about something. His voice was so low and soft that it almost merged with the night's pleasant wind.

"I'm glad I met you. Otherwise, I would have gone crazy among these psychos."