The school went quiet early that night.
After the cafeteria emptied out, people drifted off to their rooms in twos and threes, yawning, stretching, still sore from the night before. By the time the moon had cleared the treetops, the halls were dark and the only sounds left were the creak of the old building settling and somebody snoring loudly behind a door on the second floor. Jin was pretty sure it was Do-yun.
He should have been asleep too. Instead, he climbed the stairwell all the way to the top and pushed open the rusted door to the roof.
The night air was cool and clean. He walked out to the middle of the rooftop, where the concrete had cracked and moss had crept up through the gaps in soft green patches, and lay down flat on his back with his hands folded behind his head.
The sky was enormous.
