The flowers he was holding were beautiful. Purple, pink and red was the only thing Kyungsoo could see. He breathed in; catching the fresh, floral scent and his own senses disappeared, the strength in his legs left him. Kyungsoo sat down by a tree, carefully observing everything around. The snow was falling on him, melting when it reached his jacket. It was Christmas Eve. However, he couldn’t see anything, couldn’t feel anything, but he could almost, just almost, hear the soothing voice of his loved one. Kim Jongin.