Kyuhyun was not the kind of person or thing that I would die for. I have realized that pretty much early on. But what he truly is to me, I still need to figure out.

I watched the scene like how one goes to a cinema with a bag of popcorn and oversized Coke, wide-eyed and jaw-dropped gazing at the flickering screen. My hands were hanging limply on my sides but subconsciously itching to find its way into the popcorn bucket.

But from where I was, a black Starex van has toppled over the street's concrete barrier and into the other lane. I did not see everything happen but I was there when the upturned van's engine was still humming off that sizzle of cold air and friction.

A car tire and windshield glass shrapnel lay near where I stood. My feet began to move as I heard movement and shuffling from the morphed car, a person or two were crawling out, attempting to stand, and then limped towards my direction.

That would have been the time where I was to spill my drink and frantically wipe off the liquid in my lap. But that is not possible anymore. Instead, I stepped to my right. To give way.

"Hey, help me get up!" a guy's voice spoke, and I felt someone's cold hand grip my left ankle.

"Holy –!” I shouted, but I cannot jerk my leg away. 

So someone was behind me, I realized. So someone was talking to me, I told myself again. No one was supposed to do that. Not unless... I shivered. I wasn't supposed to be able to do that either.

Some time ago, my name was Mary Grace. That is still my name now, but it's not as important. I have always been a scaredy cat too that the tiniest bit of nudge or poke would send me ricocheting into a whole body flailing reflex. This is all aside from the various other irrational fears I can conjure up in my brain. Most of the times I can work up my mind to being rational and practical; thus making me lead a relatively mundane life. This has changed a short time ago though, when I realized that what a loser I really was. What is with fearing rats, snakes or cockroaches when these animals couldn't even live in our ultra-clean house. 

And just like my name, all those things does not matter anymore. Kyuhyun is not the kind of person or thing that I would ever die for. Because I am dead.