I open my eyes to bright sunlight.

For a moment, I don't know where I am and how I got here, but then I realise that it's morning, and I'm on the way to the bus stop. Just like every day.

There's a strange sound in my ears and it takes me a long while to realise that it's raining, and hard, too− the droplets hit the pavement like bullets, and my shirt is soaked through.

I don't know why I didn't see or feel the rain moments before, but I guess it was because the sun is shining so brightly.

She would have loved this.

I made this little game up, when I first started waiting for Yoona, where I count the number of times it's rained and she isn't there to see it with me.

I don't seem to have enough fingers.

I turn the last corner on the way to the bus stop and as I lift my head, my heart hitches a little like it does every time I turn this corner, hoping against hope that she'll be there−

And just like that, my heart stops.

Because Yoona's there.

Actually there. 

Standing in the rain, in a white dress.

She looks back at me, her lips parted a little, slim fingers holding up the hem of her dress to keep it safe from the wet ground.

I don't know how she's here.

And I don't care.

Not a single, coherent thought has formed in my head before I start running towards her, feet flying under me.

She runs, too, coming closer and closer until we collide, and she's in my arms.

For a moment, I can't really believe that she's here. Maybe she isn't, but I don't care.

I inhale deeply and exhale with a shudder, clutching her so tightly that I'm afraid we'll both break. She smells like rainy petals and a little like vanilla, and her shoulders are cold, and shaking like mine, because we're both crying and we don't even know why.

There are so many things that I want to say, but I'm afraid that if I start talking, she'll disappear before I'm finished, and I'll have something else to regret.

So I just hold her, and we stand like that, in the middle of the pouring rain, salty tears hidden by the tears of Heaven.

I wish that this moment would last forever.

And it does.

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A/N: Fin. Again.

Ehm... The easiest way to explain this chapter is that it could be both an alternate ending or a continuation from Yoona's death, where they somehow meet again. *shrugs* Think of it however you like.

This is how I imagine Yoona to look like as Luhan turns the corner and sees her there. I'm sure most of you have seen this; just pretend that the snow is rain.

Oh! Here is the quote that inspired the whole fic:

"You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. 

Whenever it rains you will think of her."

― Neil Gaiman

I just... can't express how much I love that quote (the end of it is in the description, if you remember), not even after I've written a whole fic inspired by it. I love how he just spot on describes how someone is so close and yet so out of reach.

Anyway...

 Here's the link to my new Luyoon fic, Tangerine Express. (sorry, another angst!)

I hope you check it out! ^^

Thanks again to all the people who read, subscribed, commented and upvoted! I hope you loved this story as much as I loved writing it.