The tyres of the taxi were screeching. Shining through the thick fog like light at the end of the tunnel, the headlights blared, signalling the incoming car which was a few metres away. A man stood there, camouflaging into the dim-lited surroundings with his black shirt and jeans. Staring blankly at the car ahead, he lifted his trembling hands, his mouth muttering words under his breath.

 

"Forgive me," he whispered, the sound drenched in the heavy downpour of rain, "Forgive me please. I'm sorry!"

 

The taxi did not stop for him to utter his farewells. Driving by at top speed, the taxi sped past the man, leaving nothing but puddles of muddy water behind. He did not even spare him a single glance. Smiling bitterly to himself, Yunho sank to his knees, his eyes locked on the puddles of water in front of him. Was that all that was left of their relationship? He chuckled. Was that how it felt to be utterly alone? Placing his hands on the ground, he shakily got up to his feet, his eyes still staring at the puddles of muddy water on the ground. There was nothing but dirt and grime ahead.

 

There was nothing but a future without him.

 

Whipping out the handphone from his pocket, Yunho pressed the numbers with his right hand, a sense of numbness filling him as he did so.

 

"I did it," he uttered monotonously to the mobile phone the moment the call went through, "Set them free as promised."

 

The other party merely grunted his assent before hanging up on Yunho, allowing the dial tone to ring continuously in his ears. Yunho laughed, his peals of laughter frightening any life within vicinity. He had did it. He had finally accomplished what he had set out to do. He had protected Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu from that man.

 

He had fulfilled his role as a leader. He had given them freedom. Certainly, it did not matter if he had lost his heart in the process, right?

 

Staggering along the path alone, Yunho continued laughing as the tears streamed quietly down his cheeks. He had let them go, just like the taxi that drove by him a few minutes before. They were now free to begin their adventures. The taxi would move on and pick up new passengers. Such was the way of life. Such was the cruelty of the world.

 

And to them, he would matter no more.

 

こう思いう、かなえる、ことはできないよ
ひと時も夢、痛いほど好きなの
夜がおみてく

I kinda cheated since I replayed the song TAXI three times as I was writing this. (It was supposed to be done in one playing of the song.) The first time I played the song was to write the general plot out. The second time I did was to edit the flow of events. The third time I did was just to spot check for any grammatical errors. Still, I hope you enjoyed this weird drabble nonetheless. Thank you for being patient, readers! :)