The scene unfolding before her eyes was unusual. Unusual because Mossie has never seen Daehyun so disheveled. They do not come across very often, but when it happens heâs a well-spruce man. It was an upside-down version of that man.
Now that she could pay better attention to him ânot all recovered from the shock but mind more focusedâ the signs of a panic attack were more visible. It could be, more than anything, that he was afraid of changing into something he didnât want to than to cause any harm. At least, that made more sense to her. Mossie let out a sigh as her arms supported her body that almost fell over, feeling as if all that overwhelming energy has dissipated.
âThatâs relievingâŠâ The woman stifled her nervous chuckle, body less tensed as she sat upright. It didnât sound right to leave him there in that state, to suffer alone, however she didnât want to face whatever Daehyunâs tormentors were. She almost pitied him, though he probably wouldnât like her to. âI do realize it could be dangerous for me to stay, but are you sure youâll be fine on your own?â Mossie stood in her place, feet away from him, but her head was inclined in his direction so she could hear him properly.
   Because of their infrequent meetings, Daehyun had been able to hide this aspect of his existence for a while. As he had feared however, as with most relationships that moved past being mere acquaintances, secrets like these were only able to be kept so long. Was it any wonder why he didnât allow himself to get close to many?
   Daehyun opened his eyes partway as he focused on a random stone that lay on the pavement; it was one way to keep him from making eye contact with the poor girl he just frightened half to death. Somehow looking at her felt like the most difficult task at the moment. So he kept his head bowed, forehead on his knee, while he tried to keep his breathing from becoming more obviously erratic.
   When he was asked if he would be alright on his own, he exhaled a heavy sigh. The quick answer would be to say no. Being alone was severely unpleasant, but he truly didnât wish to expose her to more of the darkness that filled his entire being.Â
   âI will be fine,â he answered, lips curved into a sad smile of sorts while he still refused to lift his eyes and look at her. âYou shouldnât concern yourself with someone like me. I say that for your own good, dear girl.â The violinist coughed as a sensation of nausea hit him, then cleared his throat. His fingers moved uncomfortably as he tried to keep the feeling in themâ they were beginning to feel numb. âSo please, leave me be. Iâll find my way home soon.â