The moon casted an silvery beam that flitted through the overlapping leaves.

The night fog kept a chilly tension in the air as dead leaves cackled under the silhouettes’ feets.

“Wait, what’s that over there?”

“Huh?”

“In memory of Park Chan-Yeol… Park Chan-Yeol huh, must be a gorgeous lady?”

“Dunno. Sounds pretty much like a guy’s name to me.”

“Hm…”

“Awh c’mon, let’s get movin’”

“…Alright.”

"Wufan, hush. I'll always be here."

"But I can't see you! Where-"

"Believe me. I'm always with you. As I've been in all of our past lives."

A soft, chilly touch on his cheeks that seemed way too surreal;

He reached for them, but felt it fade into mist and esaped through his fingers.

"Even if I no longer... I know you'll find me. It's our promise. It's carved into us."

He felt mist on his lips.

"Find me."

The once lulling voice slowly turned hollow.

The soothing light gradually grew faint.

He left again.

how's it goin guyz i'm here with a new fic; i'm trying a different genre -- bc the fandom is lacking this feel and i need it;;; damn, celtic fae music;;;

do you believe in after lives? do you believe you'll meet him - the same him from your past lives? it's an instinct buried deep inside you, forever. to find him. and to love.