Nick opened his 24th packet of noodles. Another day of mukbanging ahead. He opened the camera, but he didn't say anything. He felt weak...he was sweating...Orlin was gone...he got tired of being pushed around. It took a toll on him...despite the way they acted they still loved eachother. With each passing bite, his stomach pain increased. He began to cry. In a split moment of clarity, he seemed to hear himself play the violin. He took another bite. The life he chose was irreversible for him ...he just had to take another bite. Suddenly, a sharp pain gets him to scream. He drops from the chair...sweating and coughing , the camera shakes and falls on the table. He can't get up. He knows he won't get up. In agony , he is no longer in that room. He is in a garden, dressed in white. His body felt so light...in the distance, a boy plays violin. He is skinny, healthy, dressed just in white, playing the violin. Tears roll in his eyes. But they are tears of joy. He gets closer to the boy...and, he sees his own face.. just 4 years ago...he follows the boy and then all of a sudden, the light gets brighter and brighter. He is no more. He had become one with the air, the earth ,the flowers.
