She sits in a dark room, her cheek pressed against the cold, hard glass. She runs her fingers around the broken frame, a chestnuts haired boy with a thin face and a smirking rebel in between them both, his arms wrapped around the girl’s shoulder. There is a small glint of jealously in the other boy’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” She breaths out into the glass and she watches the fog fade away.

She spots a face glancing at her from behind. She exhales and wipes the dirty glass, her eyes darting back and forth to distinguish the face.

The overt face turns around and the boy’s sanguine face reveals a small, tired smile.

He presses his thumb on the glass and the girl steps back, gasping.

It’s him.

He swipes the glass and draws a happy face. She can’t take it anymore.

She lifts open the window and blinks; she grabs the boy by the collar and screams,

“SEHUN!”

Their amity rushes in Hana’s mind like a waterfall. She moves as if on instinct and grabs the boy’s hair, but swipes off his scarf instead. His scent is sweet, soothing, and ubiquitous in Hana’s life.

She swallows and wakes up next to Jongin ; he was staring at her the entire time with his palms pressed against his face. “Something the matter?” he says softly as he her hair.

“Ah..” she lowers her eyes and offers him a sanguine smile. “No..It’s fine, let’s go back to sleep.”

He nods and she bundles up next to his chest. His heart is beating slowly, steadily. “Y’know…I think Sehun is trying to tell me something in my dreams.” Jongin brushes his hair back and brings her closer.

“Hm…me too. Maybe he’s telling us he misses us or something.”

Jongin chuckles and his lips. “Still in between us even after he’s left the world.”

“He looked happy, though.” Hana yawns and closes her eyes.  She imagines the trio on a skiing trip to the mountains. Sehun forgot to bring gloves so she offered him an extra pair. They were tight, but Sehun was grateful. They sat side by side, watching snowflakes descending slowly.

Sehun turns to her and reveals a toothy laugh, his crescent eyes scintillate.

Hana stares in awe, and for a moment they lock eyes and say nothing. A patch of snow falls on Sehun’s beanie- Hana wakes up from her dream and finds Jongin outside the window, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his head looking above. He grins, and motions for Hana to join him.

It was snowing. She realizes she was sitting on something. She pulls out a light blue scarf that had Sehun’s familiar scent and presses it against her chest.