Finally, it was there. In all its glory, the big, old building where he had first glimpsed happiness. Not just the fake smile, forged happiness that he hadn’t known to be acting out in all his short years of living, but the pure kind. Covered head to toe in a thick layer of snow he pushed open the doors, surprised that they hadn’t closed yet. Maybe the owner had had an inkling that he would be making another appearance that night. It was a good call, considering the snow storm and everything. And Onew vaguely remarked that maybe the landlord’s son had pulled the ropes in his favour as well to keep the place open late. 

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