“I love you” She whispered into his lips, her wet hair stuck to his face as she pressed her lips to his.

“I’ll always love you” She promised, “Only you”

He held her tighter, pulling her against him as if by that action alone he would be one with her.

“What about—“

She shook her head, drops of water falling onto his face, “It took me too long to realize, I’m sorry. It should have always been you…”

Drops of water landed on his eyelids, causing them to open and for the dream to fade as quickly as it had come. He sat up, belatedly tuning into the pitter patter of the rain against his open window. He stared at the small puddle beneath the window sill, the drops that had strayed and blow onto his pillow, onto his face. He looked up and tried to catch the ends of his dream, tried to remember every single detail even as he tried to forget the soft feel of her lips and the way it had felt to hear those words despite them being a complete figment of his imagination.

He reached for his phone once again, no missed calls, no incoming texts.

He threw the phone aside, cursing himself for letting things get so derailed even as he tried to figure out how to make her forgive him yet again.

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Mina came to a standstill in front of Sehun. A dozen thoughts and excuses ran through her mind.  Each one more elaborate and desperate than the last. How many ways, she wondered, would she have to apologize before he believed her? How long would it take for him to believe her? Hours, minutes, days or more? She took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I should have been here sooner” Was the first thing to come from her lips, nothing fancy or eloquent, but every bit as honest as she could make it.

“Save it” He whispered, sitting on a bench outside of his father’s room.

Mina stepped closer, she glanced through the small window into the patient room and spotted his mother at his father’s bedside, head bent down, grabbing onto his hand firmly. The hall was quiet, isolated, no doubt to contain any more leaks about his health.

There were many ill feelings Mina harbored deep inside her towards his family. The things they had done to her, the things they had said, especially his mother, were wounds that were still fresh in her. Wounds that still rose to the surface whenever she saw them, whenever she had to sit through those insufferable dinners and reunions that absolutely no one enjoyed and only did to keep up appearances. Despite it, she didn’t wish this type of pain on anyone. Losing the person that you loved, losing them permanently with no hope of getting them back, was heartbreaking.

She glanced back at Sehun, contemplating the thought. She had tasted a bit of what it was like to lose him, had been feeling that way for years and knew instantly that if he was the one on that hospital bed she would be in pieces besides him. She thought back to her accident, the days in which everything had begun to change and wondered if he had felt the same way?

Shaking her head of silly and irrelevant thoughts, she reached out for him, recoiling when he slapped her hand away and leaned away from her.

Don’t pull away from me… not again.

“Don’t” He said firmly.

“Sehun, please. I didn’t know”

He looked up sharply, “Was your phone dead? Did my dozens of calls and messages disappear? Or were you so busy with your boyfriend that you didn’t hear it?”

Mina shut up, knowing this time he had every reason to be mad. Of all the times to be here for him, this should have been it. It was stupid, but she felt like she kept missing these moments with Sehun. As if he continued to slip through her fingers again and again.

“I didn’t have my phone on me, I was stupid”