Luhan kept his eyes shut, having mixed feelings about opening them. In one side, he was scared. Scared to look around him and not find the one he was searching for. That after all the pain and the melancholia, he hadn’t found his reward, his comfort, because even if he and his lover had been almost sixty years together, Luhan felt that it wasn’t enough, and even if he had another sixty years to spend with him and grow old again together, he wouldn’t still have enough.

On the other hand, there was a chance that he would finally be again with his beloved, have him in his arms and whisper sweet nothings to his ear.

Eventually, he opened his eyes. First he saw white. Memories from when they were younger. Then he saw black. Memories from when they were older. A whole torrent of mixed colors and then, the highlight, a color that resembled chocolate. Minseok’s eyes. And then, right in that moment, he hugged Minseok, and his story started again, but this time without an ending.

Because whether it was in the earth or where they were now, in heaven, Luhan was destined to be with Minseok and Minseok with Luhan so they, somehow, will always end together.