Ding.
Ding.
Click.
Click. 
He hears the sound of unfamiliar voices. 

"You think he'll be able to get through it?" 
More clicks and dings. There is so much chaos around him. Every once in a while he has the strength to open his eyes. When he does, everything moves too slowly. 

"What should we tell his relatives?"

"He has none."

"Poor guy."

Someone comes in and has an alarming voice. Chanyeol can feel nothing in his chest.

"We must turn off the machine, it's no use, it's slowly poisoning him."

All of them look at each other. 
And turn off the machine that holds Chanyeols life. 

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Epilogue 
He is at the train station again. He feels better now. He feels safe. 
The train  station is not a broken wreck anymore, and there is no one to be be seen. 
Around the station  there are various plants that surround it. 
All of those flowers are white. 
So Chanyeol cries. 

"I knew you'd like it."

Chanyeol turns abruptly to the voice.
The women standing before him is his mother, who has her gardening getup in place. 

The corner of Chanyeols mouth slightly moves up. 
His tears in place.

"Mom-" he chokes.

"No Chanyeol, I don't want to hear it, now get out Of here and look for him." 

Look for him.
I need to look for him. 
But he can already hear him, without looking.

"Hmm hmm.. Hmm la la la, laa la la, if you look at a boy In a looking glass laa la la la." 
The  the voice laughs.
And Chanyeol craves his laugh so much.

"Are you a ghost?"  
He asks.

"I was."
The other man comes closer.
He was right he is crying because he sang.

"What about now?" Chanyeol asks nervously.

"It doesn't matter." 

"Why?"

"Because I'm with you."

This time Baekhyun never leaves. 

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