H. Hyunjin.

The silence between them never seemed to be a problem. Words never seemed necessary; ultimately, they weren't. Understanding was unspoken. When silence filled the room, it was said that an angel passed by and stole their voices, leaving only their connection as a form of communication.
Many days passed in those usually comfortable silences, until something changed. Without any of the boys changing, everything changed at once.
The little angel always seemed to steal their voices, since their conversations would always end in those silences that said everything without a single word.
One day, that silence went from a comfortable silence to a deadly silence.
The silences grew increasingly uncomfortable. It was said that when the angel passed by, there were only two possibilities: it became a legend, transforming into love, or it made a pact-made offering of pain.
After all, the night was mischievous, especially when chance was at play.
One day, the only words that came from the freckled boy's mouth, enveloped in a normal silence with the dark-haired boy, were: "I need time." The dark-haired boy understood, and without a word, left. The silence remained.
The freckled boy, after weeks alone, remembered the legend of the angels. Now he understood which angel had passed between him and the dark-haired boy. It was, in short, the most fearsome, the most relentless, the most ferocious angel.
— Now I fully understand... This deadly silence... An angel for an ending...
He thought.
— The angel can still become love
He said to himself and went to find the dark-haired man

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