Looking into Chanyeol eyes, sends shivers all over his body. Yifan doesn't know if this are good signs or bad signs. It doesn't feel like either of them.

He is not suprised that he can't move, he can't think properly.

If he could talk out his brain to move his body, he will be going beside Chanyeol immeadeatly. Beside his Chanyeol. And then they will stand next to each other again. Maybe they could talk again. Maybe they can clear up things between them.

But reading through Chanyeol eyes, he wants to run and disappear just like months ago.

He can almost see the hurt, the sadness reflecting those beautiful brown orbs.

And it makes him more miserable than ever.

This is because of him. It's his fault.

,,Wu Yifan, do you still love me?" 

Huh? I could ask the same.. But you have to ask that when you have to know the answer? YES. It's the most simple answer of that question.

However if you believe this or you don't trust me anymore. Or what if you don't love me?

Maybe it will better this way.

If..

,,Yeol, if I say no, could you just leave me alone and forget me? I... don't .need...you anymore, and you ....don't need.. me also."

It's the most vivid memory, he wishes he can just forget what happened.

Those times that he spent with Chanyeol seems like a dream or just any romantic fairy tail. Expect that was a sweet happy reality.

Watching Chanyeol standing there, he regret not telling him the truth.

,,Wu Yifan, I love you...don't go." I hear him say as I close the door.

Park Chanyeol, I love you too. Please take care of yourself.

Thank you, I will miss you.

Maybe they could have worked it out together.

Or maybe not...

Sadly Yifan didn't even tried.

There are so many sounds, he is only registers what happened minutes ago, Chanyeol spitted on one of the camera. But he doesn't do anything ab