He looks up at the sky, the final m

He looks up at the sky, the final moments of his life in this world in his lifetime.Everything is still, beautifully quiet. The sky is so dark, that it's hard to decipher where the river ends and the sky meets at the far horizon.Little stars dust around the black abyss above him , and the winter moon shining down upon him pale and proud , beautiful.It's brutally beautiful.Seems a bit unfair now , with how beautiful the day is .'Is the world celebrating my death? Or wishing me a goodbye .'Has this always been so beautiful ?Or had Yongsoo been the one to blame , never noticing the beauty in it.Either doesn't matter any more anyway. Yongsoo takes a shuddering deep breath , and raises a single leg , willing himself to lose his grip on the railing , bracing himself for the ice cold death.When a soft voice jarringly interrupts him."What are you doing?"Whipping his head around Yongsoo Sees a boy , his age , a yellow t-shirt underneath his unbuttoned shirt,Floofy hair , almost touching his shoulders. A cute nose , sharp large eyes , shining almost as bright if not brighter than the moon, a smile tugging at his lips . As if he was asking a friend playing a video game, and not a stranger dangling between life and death.As if this was an everyday occurance."What…."