❝omnipotent fragility
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                                   in a world where everyone else is conditional, i only beg that i remain permanent in your heart.

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Pain: agonizingly slow, horrifyingly arduous, patiently pulsating throughout his veins and muscles without much dilemma. The man lay motionless on what seemed to be a makeshift operating table, an almost transparent blanket carefully placed over his body.

He couldn’t move. Why couldn’t he move?

There was an almost inaudible rustle from his right, and based on the brief duration of the sound, he could only assume that it had been somebody moving out of a position in which they had waited for a considerable amount of time. “Is he awake yet?”

“What does it look like, Kris?” came the annoyed yet worried response from his left. “I only know as much as you do. He hasn’t moved an inch in the past three hours.”

These voices. I know these people. Why do they sound so worried?

The sidelined teenager struggled to open his eyes, but doing so caused an immediate jolt of agony to throb throughout his body once more. In response, his lungs naturally attempted a sharp intake of air, only causing an intensification of his wounds.

He imagined that if he could cry, he would be doing so now.

“What’s going on, Luhan!?” Footsteps clumsily rushed closer towards the immobile figure, yet it felt wrong.

He felt a panicked hand rip the blanket off of his body, instantly making him aware of the frigid air in the desolate room. “I don’t know!” The shrill shriek of his voice made the semiconscious man want to wince.

Wrong. Everything was wrong.

There’s no need to worry about me. Please don’t worry. I’ll be all right.

“It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come to this!”

A new voice. Unfamiliar. Foreign. Clearly someone that had been isolated from his memory.

There was an angry growl, followed by an aggressive shout as someone probably pushed the stranger into a wall, “Liar! Look at what you’ve done to him!”

No. This anger was wrong as well. Stop it. Just stop it.

Dark eyes tentatively opened to a bright fluorescent light dangling about a meter above his face, flinching at the brightness and his experienced pain from the action, “N-No. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

All eyes in the dark room flashed towards him with varying emotions: relief, pity, fear.

“Y-Yixing! Thank God. Thank God.”

Wrong. All wrong. But why?

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