A/N: Please listen to this while reading the story! :)
https://soundcloud.com/xiayramm/lullaby-by-lateeyah-cover
Just to give you an idea of what the song sounds like, hehe
btw i'm so sorry for all the grammatical errors, too lazy to proof read it huhu
Feel free to correct me by commenting!
Yup, anyway, enjoy reading!
I hope you'll like it! ^^

            It was night time and I looked up at the glass ceiling of the shop to see the sky. I noticed how the clouds were formed and how the stars sparkled like his eyes. Yes, his eyes. I will never forget how his eyes would light up whenever he smiled, especially when he laughed. I smiled at that thought. Oh, what I’d give to hear that loud laugh of his. I shook my head, trying to get it out of my mind. I didn’t want to cry, not yet. I started introducing myself and everyone was clapping around me. I told them how sorry I was for not being able to visit this place for a long time. I’ve been busy nowadays, with all the promotions my group and I had to do after we debuted. It’s been five months, I think, since I last went here… since we last went here. I told the crowd that my performance tonight was all for him. And before performing, I placed the flowers beside his picture frame that was placed on the small table beside the stage and lighted the candles before I started pulling out my guitar from its case. I plucked each string, making sure it was in tune. “Chanyeol, we miss you... I… This is for you.” I said. After that, I closed my eyes, smiled, and started singing:



            Missing your face, and your touch,
            Missing your kiss and your love...
            Missing every little bit and piece of you,
            Baby, could you meet me half way?
            ‘Cause I’m down for you...



            I can still remember the first time we met. I was at the coffee shop, singing and jamming with all the other people inside. But suddenly, in the middle of my performance, I heard someone shout, “WOW!” And that stopped me from singing. I looked up and searched for the person who disrupted my performance... and there he was. He was slow-clapping at first, then he started shaking his head, his eyes were closed and his lips were curved up. “Wow,” he repeated, but in a quieter tone this time. “Your voice is amazing; it’s just as amazing as your guitar playing.” Everyone in the shop started hooting and applauding, making me think that maybe they planned this.
 

“I’ve been coming to this shop for quite some time, you see. I was walking down the street but stopped in my tracks when I saw from this clear glass window, a beautiful girl singing soulfully in this coffee shop.” He started walking to my spot. “And well, when I did arrive and got to hear you sing for the rest of that day... I became addicted to your voice and... and...” he took my hands and cupped them with his. “And I swear, no one has ever captivated me this much. I know this might be a bit sudden, you barely know me after all but... Would you like to have some coffee with me some time?”
 

            Then the whole shop laughed, me included, at his corny little pun. They started hooting and shouting, yet again, telling me to say yes already. Turns out, he was a regular at this place. And he played in the coffee shop, just like me. Everyone loved him in the shop because he was so charming and friendly. I wouldn’t be surprised if my suspicions about him and the customers here, who I’m pretty sure are all regulars too, planned this whole thing. We were a family here and I honestly think that this is the coziest and happiest coffee shop you’ll ever set foot in. Pushing all those thoughts away, I turned my attention back to him and saw that he was still waiting for my reply. He started pouting, his eyes were so adorable and his lips were just too cute and I couldn’t resist and well, eventually, I said yes.  After that, everything in my life, in terms of love and career, became perfect. And it’s all thanks to him.



            Ooh, the many things that I would do,
            Just to feel you, hold you,
            Man, it’s so hard not to have you here...
            You’re probably sitting, like me,
            Missin’ you baby, ooh-ee...



            I remember when I first auditioned for the company he was working for. We decided to meet up at the coffee shop and I guess I came in too early and asked a few orders of espresso and… well, I eventually turned into a nervous wreck. I couldn’t stop talking and I couldn’t stop walking around the shop and the caffeine from the espressos I just drank is driving me crazy. When he finally arrived and saw how I was, he couldn’t help but laugh. I just glared at him and he laughed harder. When he did that, the other people in the shop started laughing with him too. But eventually though, he gathered me into his arms and started to calm me down and continuously assured me that everything will be okay.  When we went outside of the shop, he held my hands to stop it from shaking. He started making jokes about how crazy I was to think that drinking a lot of coffee was a good idea before auditioning.  Although he was teasing me, I couldn’t help but feel relieved.



            After a few minutes, we finally arrived the company and the anxiety I felt from a while ago started coming back. I was so nervous and I started shaking so much to the point  that someone else had to bring my guitar into the audition room so I won’t drop it. I told Chanyeol that I wanted to back out, but he just kissed my hand and told me that everything will be fine. He hugged me one last time before letting me go inside the audition room.

            When I started singing, the only person I was looking at was him. I didn’t even bother to look at the person who I supposed was evaluating whether or not my audition is good enough or not. During my audition, he never failed to give me the thumbs up, especially when I started singing the high parts of the song. He closed his eyes and swayed to the music I was making. I could feel all the love and support from him. And after that, I thanked the person in charge of the auditions then walked towards him and started crying. “Aigoo, my baby girl’s crying,” he cooed. He pulled me to him, patted my back, and kissed the top of my head. “Don’t be so nervous now, okay? You did great!” He hugged me tighter and we stayed that way for about a minute. Then he ruffled my hair and wiped the tears from my eyes. “Come on, let’s go somewhere fun to cheer you up!”



            And with that, he pulled me out of the room and we started running to who knows where. We passed by the coffee shop and all of a sudden he stopped in his tracks. He pulled me close to him and out of the blue, he pressed his lips on mine. That was the time when we shared our first kiss, on the lips. It was the most majestic moment of my life and if I was given the chance, I would do it all over again. I miss him so much. And I hope, wherever he is, he’s missing me too.



            Promise to listen before you sleep:

            Cause when I’m staring at the stars, looking at the moon,
            Wishing that I could be there with you.
            Yeah it’s okay, and it’s alright...
            Baby, listen to this lullaby.
            Good night, sleep tight.
            Dream away, with me, tonight...



                       Every night, he would call me up and ask me to sing him to sleep. And when I do call him, after I sing the second verse, I could already hear his heavy breathing and that’s when I’ll know that he’s asleep. Sometimes, even after I finish the song, I don’t hang up and I just listen to him. I closed my eyes while I held the phone to my ear and I pretended that we were beside each other. I’d hold out my hand and move my fingers as if I was holding someone else’s hand. I would pull my pillow closer and hug it tight, pretending that it was him. I would open my eyes sometimes and look up, and pretend that he was there by my side, looking at me as well. I like to pretend that he’d tuck my hair while he was watching me sleep. I love thinking how we would be when we were both on the bed at night, just cuddling, not fooling around. I want to know how he looked like when he’s sleeping. I want to feel his arms around my waist and his legs crossed with mine as we lain on the bed. I want to be there when he wakes up. I want him to be there when I open my eyes in the morning.



            Yeah, we can sit on the phone,

            Bust an all-nighter till the early morning,
            but it’s still not the same, when you’re far away...
            Hearing your voice, I’ve got no choice,
            it’s the only way for me to feel closer.
            I guess till then, just listen:



            Some nights, though, we would stay on the phone, and we would talk about the most random things, until the sun comes up. We’ve done that a lot of times already and up until now, I’m still wondering how we never run out of things to talk about. Everything about him was amusing and interesting. His perspective about life is so abstract and beautiful, and from a guy who loves making jokes a lot, you would be surprised to hear such things from him. He knows how to cherish every moment in his life and he knows how to enjoy the little things. He made me love life. He made me love everyone around me. He made me love myself.



            When I talk to him about my problems in my life and in my career, he’d give me the best kind of advice. He never fails to leave me speechless every time he’d do that because I never knew such wisdom could actually come from him. And when I’m sad, he knows exactly what words he was supposed to say to make me feel better. He was my happy pill, he was my ray of sunshine. He supported me and comforted me and he made sure that I didn’t have to face everything alone. But he also thought me to become strong and face the world with a positive attitude. He had no idea how our late night phone calls left a huge impact in my life. And I feel horrible for not being able to tell him how grateful I am that I have him in my life, that I’m thankful that he was always there for me. I wish he could read my mind right now, I wish he could hear me singing, I wish he could feel the emotions I put into the song… And I hope he’d finally know how much I love him and miss him.



            Cause when I’m staring at the stars, looking at the moon,

            Wishing that I could be there with you.
            Yeah it’s okay, and it’s alright...
            Baby, listen to this lullaby.
            Good night, sleep tight.
            Dream away, with me, tonight...

            Wherever you are, no matter how far,
            Just listen for me, I’ll sing you to sleep…
            I love you, good night.

            Dream away, with me, tonight…



            I’m finally done with the song. The crowd loved it and I’m glad they did. I saw that most of them had tears in their eyes and I’m glad they were able to translate the feelings I put in the song. I also felt tears rolling down my cheeks but I quickly wiped them away and smiled at the crowd for one last time before leaving the stage. Then one by one, everyone in the shop stood up and put a flower on the little shrine the manager of the shop made for Chanyeol. I asked for the manager’s permission, of course, if it’s okay to hold a small memorial event for Chanyeol. I have been gone for quite some time and it’s been months since I last visited his grave and the cemetery he was in was so far away… so I decided to do this instead. The manager immediately agreed and started calling the regulars in his shop who knew Chanyeol well. And besides the regulars, a lot of Chanyeol’s fans came here to join us.



            I sat down at the corner of the room and observed all the people who went to this event. I watched all of them praying and bringing him flowers and lighting candles for him and I just felt really overwhelmed at everything that was happening right now. To think that even if he’s already gone, a lot of people still loved him. A lot of people still remember him. I wish he was here to see this. I wish he was here to see how many people cared about him. I wish he was here beside me so I could tell him how much he mattered to me, to all of us.



            Right now, I am standing on the place where we first met, where my life reached its turning point, where I met the love of my life, where I met my soul mate. And despite having a lot of good memories with him here, I couldn’t help but feel bitter and sad.  This place will definitely be different now. I can’t imagine going inside and not find him sitting beside random strangers and treating them to some coffee and cake. I can’t imagine going inside and not be teased by our friends in the shop, telling us that we’re the “cutest couple they’ve ever seen”. I can’t imagine my life without him and the idea of not being able to move on scares me. Going inside this shop depresses me because this place only reminds me of him.



            But eventually, I know I’ll be able to get over this. I have to get over this because I’m pretty sure that’s what he’d want me to do. I’ll come back when I’m ready and when I’m not busy. I’ll continue singing our lullaby and let other people experience how it feels to love someone with all your heart through that song.

I’ll always keep in mind that… this place is where we met.



And if this place wasn’t here…



my life would be completely different.