“Park Chanyeol.” I repeated his name again, and tapped him. Still no response.

     I accidentally made a contact with his hand and it was cold.

     Colder than he is before. As far as I remembered, the only time I felt it was when he touched my hand to take a look at his ring. It was really cold, but this time, it’s colder.

     Gulps. What’s happening with him?

     I examined his face and I found out he looked more pale. His lips had already dried like he’s been dead for years. Uh, yeah, he’s already dead. I know. But his soul was perfectly active yesterday. And now he’s … he’s here, lying.

     He isn’t even breathing.

     Gosh. I wanna call for help.

     But it’s no use. I’m the only one who can see him.

     Park Chanyeol what’s happening?

     I don’t know why but I’m feeling nervous now. It’s like I should be blaming myself for what’s happening right now.

     “Park Chanyeol. Ireona.”

     He still didn’t move.

     “Chanyeol-sshi, listen. I already swore you that I will act nicely towards you, so please just stop this prank.” I know he has enough skills to do this ‘play dead’ thing, I suppose.

     But still, even a grunt wasn’t given to me as a reply.

     Oh Chanyeol, you’re making me feel uneasy.

     I sat there, waiting for him to move even just a single muscle. Chanyeol. Please. I mentally pleaded.. I’m starting to get worried.

     First, because I’m afraid he won’t wake up anymore, and second, I don’t want to hide a dead body … or soul here! Oh come on.

     Chanyeol… please, wake up.

     “Ouch.” I felt like my hand just hit something hard. Oh shoot. It’s the bedside table.

     And why am I lying here?! Did I just sleep here?! Did I levitate on my bed?! Ugh. -.-

     I looked down and Chanyeol wasn’t there anymore.

     I proceeded to the living room and from where I was standing I saw him doing something on the dining table.

     He sighted me and then showed me a wide smile, “Hello.”

     Yesterday he’s like … and now …

     I made a poker face.

     “So can you explain to me what happened yesterday?” I crossed my arms.

     “It was my sixty-fourth death anniversary.”

     He died two days before Christmas? Awful.

     “Anyways, I’m hungry as hell. Come on let’s eat.” He chimed.

     I know talking about his death won’t be a good topic for breakfast but I wanna know it.

     “It happens every year. I’m sorry I haven’t told you. On that day, something controls me from moving. It’s like I’m trapped in my dream … a bad dream .. I don’t know if it’s really a dream or what. All I know is that it prevents me from moving, and opening my eyes. I was paralyzed from 1pm to 3am the next day.” He explained, showing some weird gestures and expression.

     “It’s a strange feeling that locks my soul.”

     I was intently listeing. Something? Controll? Woah. I didn’t even know these things exist in the real world.

     Should I greet him ‘Happy 64^th Death Anniversary!’ ?

     Aw. It’s rhetorical.

     “By the way, you fell asleep on the cold floor that’s why I lifted you to your bed.”

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Hello ! Uh, actually, I'm currently writing Chapter 15. I'm hoping I could type it tomorrow. Thank you so much~