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The blow of the wind makes Dongho's eyes water. Gravity can't seem to make up it's mind, whether to push Dongho back onto the concrete of the bridge, or let him fall into the deep, icy cold water below. Dongho doesn't know either. Is he allowed to cry? Is he allowed to let himself fall to his death? Or will God himself come down to lecture him, just like everyone else he knows.
Well at least everyone but them.
He remembers all those times that he was allowed the comfort of loving arms and caring words. He steps down from the railing. Maybe he won't do it after all. For them.