This is definitely a strange predicament. At the brink of marking his own death, Sehun wished to be saved. Feeling useless and miserable, his long wandering with no particular place to go ended in a quiet countryside town...with a small bottle of poison in his left hand.

Due to his not remembering any of his past, another set of life is created. Indeed, not by his will or somewhat could have been said it is temporarily invented. Yet, this new identity just did not click his usual past self that seemed to come in between.

Back in his mind, he wondered over and over again, "Did I truly die?"

He collapsed again. Every time he forced himself to unravel the whole situation, he turned pitch black.

Then, something is being laid across his forehead.

Soft and warm. For a long time, he has been forgotten those tendering feelings. It is such as a bless to feel safe on the inside.

Most likely telling him,....

"Don't force yourself. You can do things slowly your own way...anyday...anytime...you can do things your own way.."

A bright light is shadowing the person who squads beside him..repetitively calls him, "Yuh-bo...are you alright?"

That person is calling me 'honey'.. Eh? Wh-what?! Wait!..............................WHO-EXACTLY-IS-THIS-GIRL-?

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" The world revolves between them all around. Cannot stay yet cannot leave. What is left behind then... "

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