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Moonbyul couldn't close an eye that night. It wasn't often that she'd have trouble sleeping, but when she did, it was likely that she was going to be awake the entire night, so she'd spend it trying to find things to keep her busy.
She had already passed two enjoyably quiet hours in the library, though the ambient was growing way too warm for her liking so she decided to visit her favourite spot─ the rooftop of the tallest building of the school.
She stood on the very ledge, something about being barely a step away from death felt so incredibly thrilling. Moonbyul wasn't suicidal or anything of that sort, to some extent, you can even say she quite liked her life.
But standing there she felt like she had something important in her hands─ a life, her life, her most precious gift, something she really valued. Even in the days when she felt like merely a punctured soul, she knew that there was someone, somewhere thinking she was golden.
So she felt like she was toying with death, keeping it on the edge, around the corner, ready to catch her as soon as she loses grip.
