DONGHAE’s P.O.V

            I turned off my phone because everyone is keep calling me, my manager, every super junior members, CEO, coordi noonas, all the ss5 staffs and even my label mates. And I know Dara won’t even grab her phone to dial my number. It pissed me. I don’t want to talk to anyone. My child is surely has the same feeling as me, my child might feel alone, my baby  might be cold there or my baby might be hungry because the nutrients he/she needs is only can give by Dara.

            I went to a convenient store and buy a lot of soju and different kinds of liquor and just drown myself to drunkenness in our dorm, since they are all in china having the concern, good thing I can be alone there. Not all alone I guess, thinking my baby is there with me

            I look above the stars, where my baby was

         “Are you all right there baby? Mommy is depressed maybe to lose you, that’s why She doesn’t want to see me”

          “why did you leave us? Appa was ready to give up all just for you and mommy”

          “Is it hard to hang on mommy’s tummy?”

        “are you cold there? Daddy’s heart is warm and so on with mommy and could have been warmer if you were here”

         I feel like an idiot talking to no one, as I lift up the 4th bottle of soju.

      I stayed up all night with soju and as I woke up in the morning my head hurts so much. Such a bullsh*t hangover is killing me now. I went directly to the bathroom and puke all the soju that has been intoxicated in my system. I cooked a chicken soup to relieve my hangover, but as prepare the ingredients makes my tears to flow down my cheeks. It makes me feel un masculine but who cares? Because by merely preparing this things make me remember when I buy such or cooked it at late night just to satisfy the cravings of Dara and the life inside her.

       Damn why do we need to be in such situations, did I do something wrong? Did I do something unpleasant in the eye of God? Why does we are punish like this? And even cost the life of my baby?

       I put myself in organized after being emotional, I took a warm shower and get into my clothes. I got my car keys and drove into a flower shop. I ordered the most beautiful flowers, for Dara, to lessen her depression, cause to lessen mine is her sweet smile. I went directly to the hospital and used the back door to prevent being caught on the eyes of the prying crowd and media.

      But as soon as I arrived and her manager saw me and I smiled on him but he just showed me a bitter sad face.

     “May I a spare time of yours and have a tea?” He said, his face looks full of concern

     “Of course manager,but could I take a glimpse of dara and talk to her and give this flowers also?”  

      “That is what I am afraid of Donghae shi”

     “I can’t understand, just say it to me directly” I bravely speak

      “She doesn’t have a miscarriage, it was an abortion” He coldly say

      I drop my knees onto the floor, my tears are threatening to fall down, The flowers that I have brought were scattered on the floor already, It seems like the heaven have fallen down.

      “Huh? Don’t joke around me sir” I look at their manager

      “Sorry” he says and patted my shoulder and by then he walks away

      “Dara can’t do that” I told myself, “she can’t do such, she loves our baby, she really does” I gathered all my strength and knock on dara’s door

    “Sandara Park!!! Open this door!!! Open it!!” I shout and yelled, then suddenly my knees is been weaken “Baby, open the door please….baby please” I plead and cried but there were no answer. No answer at all, but I can hear her heart crying, I can feel it

Dara’s P.O.V

            I spend out the night looking at the stars, massaging my tummy and humming songs that Donghae had sang for me, and now I am humming it for my baby, my and donghae’s baby. I chuckled at those thoughts, why am I humming no other this time and then it shift from marry you and then it’s you. While my other hand keep tapping my phone hoping Donghae will call, or I will dial his number but I’m afraid. And how about manager oppa, he will suffer more I don’t want to be his problem again. I just played Donghae’s songs and Super Junior songs in my phone

            And then I look at my tummy and back to the stars which made go sad and cry again.

            “why do you leave us that soon? Mommy and Daddy are good”

            “You are so unfair, you