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  The autumn breeze swept through your hair as you kicked the soccer ball back and forth across the large field. It wasn’t the warmest of autumn nights, but rather cold and dense. The air was damp from the previous on and off rains from this afternoon and so the fields were wet and the leaves on the trees were filled with lots of dew. The stars were out in full tonight, illuminating the dark sky with a million tiny lightbulbs.    You wore a creamish wool sweater with a denim blue dress shirt underneath with the collars stuck out. Your black jeans were slightly smeared with grass stains from the times you slipped and fell on the grass. Your breaths came out in several small white puffs as you kicked the ball around the cold field.    It was the same park you had brought the boys to, once upon a time ago. You hadn’t been here since your last time with Chanyeol; when you had your first fight with Kai.   For some strange reason, your heart always led you back to this place whenever you were going through a tough time.    You were on your way home from one of your evening classes; your mind was filled with blank little holes that you tried to fill in. Without realizing which direction you were heading, your legs mindlessly took you to the place of where your heart had been yearning the most.    You almost cried on the spot the moment you returned to your deserted park. It was then that you decided that you didn't want to go home yet.   You called home and Sehun had picked up. You told him not to worry, and that you wanted to have some time to clear your mind and that you’ll be home a bit later. Sehun was hesitant but given the circumstances, he knew what you needed most right now was alone time.   Before you hung up, Sehun spoke in a soft careful voice, “Be safe, okay Maiden? I love you, a lot, a lot. Don’t hurt yourself...”    You softened and you had nodded into the receiver. “I love you, too Sehun. Eat dinner well. I’ll be back soon.”    That was about three hours ago.   The Sun had already set and the Stars and Moon were already out. The soccer ball that you were kicking around wasn’t yours, though. You had been swinging on the swings, staring up at the sky prior and watched it darken with your mind swimming of melancholy thoughts. It just so happened that the moment your eyes flickered downwards that you noticed in the field below the hill of the park, was a single soccer ball.    One of the pre-school kids must have left behind and forgotten about his ball.    It was then that your lone game of soccer began.    You placed your school bag down next to the goal post and rolled your neck.   Kicking and running around with the ball helped release the tension in your body. You had never been so stiff in your life, but then again, you’ve never had a heart break either. These two were the absolute first two things you had ever experienced.   When alcohol didn’t help, soccer did.    That’s why you loved sports. It had always been there for you the way music has always been there for musicians and drawing and painting for an artist.    You could feel the perspiration oozing out of your pores from your last kick. You had swerved kick the ball so hard that it rammed into the post and bounced back. You watched as the ball slowed down and rolled to the opposite side of the field before it came to a complete stop. You crouched down, panting heavily with sweat coming down your face. The sleeves of your sweater was rolled up in a lazy manner as you lifted one hand to gently dab it away from your forehead with your wrist.    The sudden sounds of footsteps padding against the grass awakened your senses. Your stood up in caution and your head quickly snapped to the direction of the sound.    The person held their hands up innocently.    The first thing you saw was a blonde head. Then recognition crossed your features and you realized that it was just Zico. At this point, you found absolutely no reason to feel any surprise when you see him. Zico just seems to be everywhere in your life lately.    Your eyes narrowed for a second before you let out a sigh of relief. You dusted your jeans and glanced at the soccer ball on the other side of the field. *Well. Guess this calls an end to our day. Thanks for keeping me company.*   “Hey,” you heard Zico say. You had turned around to fetch your school bag. You slung it over your shoulder and your eyes darted to Zico. “Hello.”   The look on his face told you that he had been watching you this whole time and that, clear as day that it was, he was worried. Though you could be wrong. Why would he be worried? And why aren't I a little bit creeped out that he had been watching me?   “You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Zico said softly. He placed his hands in his pockets and glanced around the dark vicinity. “It’s dangerous around Seoul at this time.”   “It’s alright,” you replied in a curt manner. “I know how to fight anyway.” You knew you should get going and say bye, but a part of you, the small gut feeling in the bottom of your stomach, told you that he had something more to say.    But what? What did