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Won Sahyun was a fairly content woman. 

While she lacked a time-restricted routine when she did things, her weekly tasks were consistent and she always felt a sense of familiarity when she accomplished them, each day's achievements giving her another day to be proud of living through.

Two things did follow a set time frame that didn't change week to week. The first being her morning shift at a diner, Monday through Saturday, leaving her with nights off and a Sunday entirely free to herself.

Twice a week she had a dance class, dancing being her favorite pastime, ever since she was three and her mother first brought her to a ballet class.

She would enjoy the entire evening in the studio, practicing until her legs felt numb and her heart rate beat faster than her eyes could blink.

On the days she didn't dance, she spent her evening after work at the library behind her apartment complex tutoring kids from the Primary school she had attended when she was little.

And the final thing, the second of which remained unchanging every week, was her visit to her parent's graves on Sundays.

She dedicated the entire day to thinking about them.

She usually brought a new bouquet of flowers, but on rare occasions, like their wedding anniversary or birthday's, she would also bring along a new ornament to adorn the tree that stood beside their graves. After ten years of weekly visits, she was proud to say their grave was the most well-kept in the yard. And she prayed after each visit for another week to see them. 

Life was unpredictable and could flip at any God-given second.

It was on one particular Sunday when everything changed drastically for her.

An important Sunday.

It marked the tenth Anniversary of the car accident that left her without parents, alone at the young age of sixteen.

As she watched the headlights of a car flash in her eyes, its horn blaring, beneath the fear, she briefly wondered if this had been what he parents had felt on the night they died.

But, before she could feel the impact of what she knew would be the cause of her demise, she felt something soft graze her arm and like magic, everything turned black.

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1 hour before.

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The easiest tasks Soonyoung had to do were his favorites. It is was in those tasks that his only job was to make sure fate played through on its own, and prevent it if something or someone tried to alter that path.

He didn't have to feel the guilt of having yet another person die by his hands. Even if all of those deaths came off as "accidents" or other problems in the mortal world, most commonly a health problem.

But Soonyoung knew the real reason.

Soonyoung was the real reason.

And, while it wasn't any more pleasant to just watch and make sure, it was definitely easier to handle.

He stood from afar this time, watching in the shadows as the target left her apartment in a rush. His eyes followed her as she ran, her bag thrown hastily over her shoulder and her short brown hair bouncing with each step.

Her first stop was a tiny flower booth. He could tell by the way she greeted the lady standing on the other side that she was a frequent customer, a unique bouquet of roses, lilies and an array of wildflowers already prepared for her.

She slipped the older woman the money and with a bow scurried along even faster.

Soonyoung found himself chuckling as he watched her huff, her cheeks a pink hue from the exertion of running. If he wasn't careful, he worried he might even lose sight of her from something as simple as blinking.

It was a knee-jerk reaction for him when someone suddenly rounded the corner in front of her and she tumbled into the