He knows that the remnants of his beloved Sehun are following him. The eyes that once held warmth and mischief were now cold and empty, watching as Junmyeon flees. However, there is no escape from Sehun. The creature sees far, and what he cannot see, he can feel. He exists everywhere, from the boundless sky to the cracks in the ground.

Junmyeon is exhausted, but he doesn’t need to run anymore. Not when he feels Sehun’s weight on his back and arms encircling his neck in a stiff embrace.

The wind catches up, carrying with it the stink of death.