Hina isn’t sure which is more ironic – the fact that a ghost with a photographic memory cannot remember why or how he died, or the fact that the seemingly most ‘rational’ person in the school (and possibly the town) is the only one who can see him.

He hadn't known what to make of it then, he didn't know what to make of it now either. He knew one thing though, he needed to find her.

Same beginning, same middle, a different ending. 

A TaeminxOC one-shot.   Prompt : One day, I will become your happiness. - Tablo

        He vaguely relives a recent memory of him encountering her in the hallways with an IV stuck to her arm. He remembers the smile she gave him and her burst of laughter as he, too blinded by the hopefullness in her eyes, collided into a garbage can.  

  She loved chocolates, oh so very much.