March, 7, 2015 (43 days before death).

Despite the grandiose steps they made on getting closer, Luhan feels farther apart from Sehun than he ever did. After what happened the day before, Sehun refuses to tough Luhan. Even as they talk Sehun is withdrawn. Luhan feels as though there is something that Sehun is not telling him, but he's already so far part from Sehun; he doesn't want to risk completely losing him.

March, 8, 2015 (42 days before death).

When Luhan wakes there is someone knocking on his door. He knows that it could be a staff member finally coming to check on him, or it could be Minseok finally coming to finish him off. At this point he isn't sure what he'd prefer; he just want everything to come to a close.

When he opens the door he sees not Minseok, but not a staff member either. There's a boy that looks about his age holding a manila folder in his hands. He looks unsure of what he's doing, but steadfast in his cause.

“Are you...Xiao Luhan?” His voice is something between high pitched and deep, but Luhan thinks it sounds nice. It makes him at ease in the presence of this person.

“I am.”

“Oh great. I thought I got the wrong room again. You're needed in the office, okay? I'm supposed to bring you to the dean.” The boy looks pleasantly relieved and even lets out a smile when Luhan steps out of the door. The boy's smile is very unique. It stretches across his face like that of the Cheshire Cat. His cheekbones are sharp and high set, but it fits his features well.

As they walk, the boy talks to Luhan nonstop. He talks about anything from thread count in sheets to how much warmer the hand dryers are in the west end of the building. Before long Luhan notices that they've been walking for 30 minutes, and are very likely farther away from the dean's office than they were when they originally started out.

“I'm sorry, didn't you say we were going to the deans office?”

“Oh yeah, I did. I'm sorry, that was a lie. Also, since you asked, I have to do this now.” Before Luhan can ask 'do what' smoke is bellowing out toward him. It's thick and smells sweet like a flower. He tries to hold his breath, but it's in vain. When he can't hold his breath anymore, he's forced to take a huge inhale of the smoke around him. It takes only seconds for him to lose consciousness.

March, 10, 2015 (40 days before death).