Moonbyul’s pov

Where Am I?

I looked at myself on a full length mirror and found myself in a white tuxedo with a red bow tie.

Im so handsome!

I was grinning shamelessly at myself I walked out and when a gush of wind blew me and I landed up in front of a chapel’s door.

Out of curiosity, I pushed it open and saw no one. There was not a single soul around. Without warning, the church bells rung and it was so deafeningly loud that I had to cup my ears with my hands and squeezed my eyes, foolishly thinking that it will reduce the sound from getting into me.

When I reopened my eyes, the place was packed! People waving their hands fanatically, hooting and cheering for a pair of new couple. I squinted my eyes and I instantly regretted it. I witnessed bridegroom dressed Xiumin kissing Solar in white wedding gown on her forehead!

I froze at my spot, my brain drew all the energy to keep me from breaking down that caused my legs to start to shake uncontrollably and the next moment, I was on the floor for my legs gave up on me.

I’m done for good

There is no more chance for me.

I knew that I was going to be losing my senses and crying rivers but I bit the hell of out my lower inner lip till I tasted iron.

Moonbyul, get moving.

Get the hell out of here.

I turned my back and my clothes suddenly transformed from the handsome suit to a white tee and black jeans. I don’t care I was ready to speed off when a bubbly voice exclaimed, “Moonbyul?”

Upon hearing that, my legs grew rooted to the ground.

D*amn heart.

Wae do you still react to her voice like this?

I have told you to give up on her.

I have long told you to forget on her.

Wae you still have memories of her?

She called out to me again, this time louder, “Moon~byul”. 

As if casting a spell on me, no matter how unwilling I am, my body ignored me and slowly turned to her. I muttered under my breath softly praying that I can hold myself from letting the drop of tear to start falling. I need to maintain this mask and so I continued to chew on my inner lip, this time a lot harder so that the pain intensify to hold my losing fast senses. My down-cast eyes starting moving slowly up to see her, the more they moved, the more my heart wrenched.

Please I beg you, Moonbyul.

Wake up

Wake up, Moonbyul

This is a dream

This is a dream, Moonbyul

Then for some reason, I felt a gush of wind caressing my face as if whispering to me, “Run Moonie, run.” I heed to the advice and ran as fast as my legs can handle it. My hands were clutching, my legs were running, my eyes were tearing and my heart was bleeding. I ran and ran. Then I slipped, my palms and knees took the damage and bleed. But the pain cannot be compare with the heart wrenching. I so wanted to knock my face on to the ground when out of sudden, I felt a cold pair of hands caressing my face and whispered loving into my ears, “It’s ok.”

It is so familiar.

It calmed my overdrive pumping heart in just one second! As if it gave me power, I managed to wake up from the dream. I panted a little and realised my right hand was holding to someone’s hand. I knew it was rude but I still hold on to hers. I heaved a deep breathe and w