—Cry

Home but he did not feel home. Beijing changed from four years ago and for some reason he felt strange. He stood behind a large window in the hotel room. Trying to discover what he had missed. Too much.

"Luhan, we want to go to the pub on the 7th floor. Are you coming? "

"No. Thanks. "

He only looked briefly. The sound of the door closing, and then the room was quiet again. He just wanted to be alone tonight. They will return to Korea tomorrow. Two short days and he did not even meet his parents.

"You have to be strong Luhan. Don’t let anything make you down and cry. "

He remembered that sentence. Four years ago. And this time when he was remembering about four years ago, he questioned back to himself. Is this the right decision? Is this what he wants?

Luhan sure of the answer. Yes.

But deep in his heart, sometimes he was tired of what he had taken. And there were times when he wanted to give up and cry but he could not. He should not cry. And stupidly, when he was convinced and try to be stronger, tears was coming slowly.

Luhan knew the little things that he wanted. Crying without having to hide.

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