Park Chanyeol stared at the mirror right in front of him. Many things have changed, even his face that had come to mature as the time passed by. That glowing face that attracts girls, the confidence that radiates in his presence even the energy had left him out. He missed being himself. But he knows he can never be himself, if he lacks something that only you can fill up.

Silent tears are sliding out of his eyes, as he continued to stare at his mournful reflection on the mirror.

He whispered your name gently like it can lessen the pain. Once. Twice—three times, as silent tears continued to roll down. Like calling you out can really make you stay by his side.

But you are not there anymore. You are as far as you can be from him. You are nowhere he can actually reach—and that’s enough fact for him to be saddened about.