Walking a very thin line (BL)

The night was as peaceful and uneventful as it can be, completely unlike the event that was about to take place. Chilly wind blew through, making a few pedestrians who weren dressed well shiver slightly. The scarlet glow of the sunset hadn quite vanished from the sky, inky darkness engulfing and suppressing it more and more with every passing moment.

All of a sudden, a figure fell from above. Soon, many screams and shouts rang out, breaking the previous silence.

”Someone call 911! ”

”My goodness, hes bleeding so much! ”

”What a pity, ah. This young man only looks about 20. Why did he have to jump off a building? Youth nowadays really do have it hard. ”

”Make way, the ambulance is here! Make way! ”

The crowd slowly parted to let the team of paramedics near the body. On the ground was a youth with light brown locks, his limbs twisted in unnatural directions. Crimson red blood pooled around his head on the white concrete, creating a stark contrast.

One could immediately tell that the boy was attractive. Even in such a pitiful and ghastly state, he looked like an exquisite flower at the peak of its beauty, about to wither. Beautiful, yet extremely fragile. One wrong move, and he might be gone forever.

The boy, who was lying as if dead, parted his lips slowly. Only one sound came out of his mouth, echoing in the dark night. It was clear as day, with the longing and sorrow evident in it.

The only word the boy said before closing his eyes was, August.

”Are you Mr. August? ” The man who came out of the operation theater asked as he removed his mask. He wore green surgical clothes, his expression grave.

A man, probably in his twenties, was waiting outside. He nervously tapped his foot, expression anxious. When he saw the light in the operation theater go out, he rushed over to the doctor.

He was so worried that he couldn even register his surroundings, his state pitiful. All he knew was right now, his brother was in danger.

”Doctor, hows my brother? Hell be fine, right? It- its just a head injury, ah. Hell be alright within a few days, right? ” Even though he was talking to the doctor, it seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. He muttered, ”Of course hell be alright. Of course, theres no doubt about it. ”

Since he didn deny it, the doctor assumed him to be August and told him honestly, ”Im sorry, Mr. August. We did the best we could- ”

A devastated expression ap