Luhan's POV

I stepped out of the airport and took of my sunglasses. A limo pulled up in front of me and the chaffeur came out and grabbed my bags. He pulled it into the trunk and opened the door for me. I stepped in and sat down. I looked out the window. They were tinted, so nobody could look in, but there were plenty of people trying to.

"Where to sir?"

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In ten minutes, we were back in the familiar shopping district where I used to take ~~~~~ out on dates. I haven't been there for a while. Without saying another word, I opened the door and stepped out. Before closing the door, I said, "Pick me up in two hours."

I breathed in the fresh air. There were people shopping everywhere. I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes and walked.

As I was walking, I was almost knocked of my feet when someone came rushing towards me.

"Oh, mianhae!"

I looked and was surprised to see Suho. "Oh, Luhan-hyung! It's you! What luck I have today! Are you ok?"

I nodded. "Yeh, I'm fine."

He smiled and teased, "Are you going off to meet ~~~~~? Well, she's waiting in the cafe. See ya! Gotta go pick up some stuff."

"What? ~~~~~? Where?" But he was already too far away to hear me. Was ~~~~~ still alive? That can't be. She's dead! I quickly ran to the cafe.

I need to see for myself.

I burst into the cafe, its familiar warmth inviting me. I ran over to the same corner ~~~~~ would always be sitting. Where we always sat at.

But, all I saw was, an empty cup of cappuccino and a finished plate of chocolate cake.

~~~~~... where are you? Are you still alive? No... you can't be! I miss you. I love you. I hate you for doing this to me. Come back to me.

Luhan's POV End

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