“BEEP!”

Baekhyun looks over at the monitor, wiping a tear from his eye.

The line on the screen no longer rises and plunges in a steady rhythm; instead, Baekhyun’s eyes are met by a constant line.

Kyungsoo is standing in Kai’s arms, his head resting against Kai’s shoulder as he sobs, releasing his tears on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Kai attempts to console him, rubbing steady circles into his back.

Chanyeol walks over to Baekhyun, and pulls him into a hug.

“We did our best!” he says feverishly.

“I know we did. Sometimes… we just run out of time...”





Baekhyun stands at the foot of the lighthouse, looking up.

He’s watching, and as usual, the stars are casting their pale light on the earth.

The lighthouse isn’t working; the light doesn’t spiral around to signal the ships anymore. It hasn’t been used for years.

However, Kyungsoo and Kai have looked after the place well. The outside of the place has been repainted, and the inside cleared out.

“Baekhyun?”

Chanyeol makes his way up the cliff, almost tripping over his annoyingly long limbs for the umpteenth time that night. He’s carrying a single sunflower.

“It’s already been two years, hasn’t it?” he asks.

Baekhyun kneels by the twin tombstones, wiping away dust and dirt from the earth so that the names can be read.

“I still can’t believe Sehun just willed the house to Kyungsoo and Kai like that,” Chanyeol announces.

“I wish I had a rich dead person to give me something like that!”

Baekhyun rolls his eyes at his boyfriend.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Baekhyun punches him on the arm.

“Hey, I only want a bigger place so we don’t have to worry about anything,” Chanyeol scowls.

“I know, I know…” Baekhyun kisses him on the nose.

They stand there before the graves for a few seconds, thinking of what could have been, and why things went so horribly wrong.

Chanyeol places the sunflower atop Luhan’s plaque. Sehun’s is already occupied by a moonflower, one that Baekhyun brought up himself.

Sehun had always wanted to go to the moon, and this always seemed appropriate to him.

For Luhan a sunflower, for Sehun a moonflower; two halves to make up a whole.

“You know… I still think this is a bad place to bury them. I mean, if there’s a landslide, they’d be swimming with the fishes.”

Baekhyun chokes in shock.

“Still… still too soon.”

He squeaks as his phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s the song Sehun wrote, all those years ago.

“Hello, Baekhyun here. Yes… yes… on our way.”

“New patient?” Chanyeol asks.

“New patient.”

Chanyeol nods.

“Let’s roll.”