Nefelibata [ Gayoon x Soryong ]
He winced as his frozen fingers made contact with the cold window on the tower. Summer had been washed clean of that night's sky as fall started to fall, bringing with it cold winds that penetrates you into the depths of your soul. And the September breeze brought along with it a dark streak of cloud that hung across the pitch black sky and behind it, clusters of others trailed along. Soryong sighed, almost irritably as the droplets from the clouds poured harder and harder as if wanting to drag him down to the ground with them.
Another tap. Followed by another and another and another until he felt his whitened knuckles going nubs. It truly is a bad idea to visit her this time of the night and it was even more foolish of him to ward off a fellow Syltherin's warning of a possibility of a thunderstorm. His hand was shakily holding the broom, the wind was too strong and the cold was something on another level. He just wished, deep inside his heart that Gayoon would open up her windows before he's struck in half by a lightning. What a way to die; he mused as he thought of his gravestone with the causation of his death written on it, carved in cursive so deep as if to mark his existence on this earth, as if to hold on desperately so people won't forget the dead. He shook his head, and brushed up his face before wiping out the rain from his face and knocked once more.
