Torpidity.(A Sope fanfic) #Wattys2018

Chapter 2

(Hoseok)

He carefully made his way onto the dreary path that nobody took, to his most favorite place in this world. A place where he could sit for hours without a smile and nobody would care. Nobody would know.

He settled against a tree, slowly letting his false self slip off. Him without his masks were a scary thing.

Dead.

That's the only way one could describe him, he thought ruefully. Whenever he smiled, there was no genuine happiness behind it. He always wondered how genuine smiles felt. He wanted to feel it one day. 

When he danced, he felt a phantom of it, dancing through his veins. A small, tiny flower of happiness, the size of perhaps an ant blooming in his heart. Maybe that's why he danced so much.

Feeling even an ember of it made him want to live. Made him have hope, that one day all will be not so bad.

Hope that the sunlight shining through the trees in front of him wouldn't look so painful; instead he would find it beautiful.

Wasn't it that hope after all, that made people live? Even for a moment?