Coffee

“Everyone’s just looking for reasons to wake up and get out of bed,

some do it for nothing but a kiss, perhaps a cup of coffee,

others have a harder time; no train to catch, no hand to hold, no reasons at all.”

— Unknown

Nothing could warm her heart more than Luhan.

It was like she, her heart, her body, her intellect happened to be lacking something when he wasn't around.
He was the basis of her mere existence. She needed him, he needed her.
They just matched, they belonged together, and, in the end, nothing could ever bring them apart.

This was what they believed —
This was what held them together like an invisible yet strong connection they hoped would never be destroyed.
But sooner or later the day came when they had to bid their goodbyes;
when Luhan went to Beijing for several days, and she was left alone in Seoul.

Neither did she know why he actually left,
nor why he came up with this all of a sudden and without a warning,
nor how he apparently managed to cope with it unlike her.

With her broken self abandoned she was unable to do anything but to keep thinking about him,
digging up the memories they had made, treasured deeply inside...

Until they'd finally meet again.