Infinite emptiness, black and ominous like the abysmal pit, from which the Death is prowling. This is exactly what space is without him – matter, lacking of its endless lights. Changmin narrowed his eyelids and till his body was slowly relaxing lifeless on the floor, his mind took him years ago back in time. There, in that moment, when both of them were standing on the bridge of that same spaceship, but together, embracing each other, bemused in their thoughts about the future and yet still happy with what they have in that same moment. There in that same moment they were watching how one star is extinguishing forever.

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