Girl's POV:

 

I smiled as I looked at him...he was still as beautiful as he was...always...

 

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"Oppa!" I called him.

Running as if it will be the last...I crossed the street and flew straight into his arms...

He laughed. Making my heart flutter with his unique laugh, "My _____ seems to be really happy now."

I grinned at him.

 

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It was raining again...he loves rain...I hate the rain...but isn't that how were supposed to be?

I turned to look at him who was waving at me.

It was raining but still he wears white...

I hate him for that...

"Why?"

 

I crouched and hugged my knees...letting the cold rain fall on me.

I shook and cried but the pain was still unbearable.

The rain stopped on me as I stood up once again.

The world stopped as well.

 

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"You shouldn't be like this..." someone hugged me.

My hand trembled. My lips shook.

Isn't it too much?

"Snap out of it!" a slap connected onto my cheek bringing me back to reality.

 

Right down the aisle...he looked too beautiful...

But it wasn't me who walks towards him...

I turned and walked the other way...

My hand held by my mom as if telling me not to look anymore.

 

"_____~yah!"

I looked back and saw him running towards me.

He gave me a hug. "Thank you for coming. But why are you leaving already?"

"Oppa...see you again..."

 

But then all of it was just an imagination...

Because I...as I cross the street...

It was indeed the final day we can be together...

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Leeteuk's POV:

 

I clutched her hand...

Tears fell from me like a waterfall...

As the sun continued to shine the whole world, it rained constantly in mine...

Before, I loved the rain...

But now....

 

My once white clothes were now red as I continued to call her name...

Never have I said to her that I loved her...

But now...

She's gone...

 

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A/N:

Sorry if it's senseless...>.<

 

DISCLAIMER:

I forgot to put one on the foreword...Leeteuk is not mine, that's why I write about him. The plot, though I can't really call it a plot , is made by me. Anything that goes the same way is not intended to be made and just a coincidence.