title taken from the song by Isaac Sharon. You might want to check it out. Ideas just come somehow. Pardon the poor grammar.

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"Byul?"

She felt a light tug around her purple tresses. It is light but more than enough to awake her from her slumber.

"If we can plan our future living... why we couldn't talk about how we should die?"

Byul just squinted her eyes. The ray is just too bright, and she couldn't exactly ask her to stay away from the sun. From her.

"Perhaps... since humans plan their future to be inspiring..." Byul is so sure she is just rambling at this point. "... we'd like our deaths to be devastating?"

Her partner blink once, then twice.

"Our soul will be ripped from our physical body I guess... because we have to see their reaction. We have to see how sad they will become if we are to die." Byul consider whether to speak more, but decide against it and instead reaching to her partner's chin, caressing the tiny mole.

That tiny mole ripples as the girl smirk.

"Should I die to see how your face would be like by that time?"

"You won't be able to see my face or my reaction."

"Why?"

Byul grab her hand and kiss the inside palm once.

"Because I will have to come to you."

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