Sacrifice- The act of offering something to a deity in propitiation or homage, especially the ritual slaughter of an animal or a person or to sell or give away at a loss.

Taecyeon's POV

He watched her from a distance as she serenely sleeps in the white room of the hospital. He walked closer to have a better look at her. Her face was pale but as he reached to touch & caress her cheeks it was as soft and as smooth as silk.

He sat to the seat beside the bed and listened to the rhythmic breathing patterns of hers and he looked & caressed every inch of her face..

From her gently closed eyes to her soft & smooth cheeks to her perfectly pointed and angled nose and to her pinkish and marshmallow soft lips...

As seconds of watching her turn to minutes memories of the conversations he had with Her, with Uriel and with her nichkhun came back rushing....

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Yoona's POV

Warm hands touching her face woke her up from her deep sleep. she opened her eyes to the darkness, silence, coolness and loneliness of the room. And she called to him, "is that you...?

She brought her hands to her right cheeks where the warm hands that caressed her seem to linger. She closed her eyes and sighed again like the many time before...

She was alone and lonely again in her room...

‘alone again...’

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Taecyeon's POV

He was standing at the edge of the 40 story building. He remembered being on top of the building the last time, the time he first saw her, the time he first helped her, the time he first touched her.

That time he had spread his arms wide feeling the wind all over his body. He breathes in the smell of the opening autumn season.

Now as like before he looked at the ground, it was a long way down from the top of the building. One wrong move and it would be the last goodbye, one wrong step and it was farewell forever & one little slip and it was the end.

But for him one slip, one step and one slide with the pure intention of falling is being free...

He had heard about the legends of fallen angels, where creatures of God choose to fall to earth and be like the humans that room aimlessly.

For centuries he had thought that those angles were foolish to have chosen the life of a human to a life being an angle.

Humans were walking on earth with their confusing state of mind, aimless goals and life targeted towards the servitude of men only, while them- the angels- were the soldiers and creatures who was free to roam in his paradise with God, they were truly blessed...

But now standing at the edge of the ledge remembering the Legends, all she wished with all his heart is that the Legends were true...

that him, an angel or any angel will become the fallen if they choose. to fall on earth and dive head down to the ground of humans playground. To be one of them- one of the humans.

To experience pain, agony and love...

he looked at the people walking, running, skipping along the cold winter season and all he wished was to be one of them so that he can be with her, be by her side. be physically and emotionally be with her so she wouldn’t be lonely anymore..

‘So that she wouldn’t wish to leave the earth with dreams of uniting with her loved ones...’

To give her a reason to fight for her life, to make her fight for her life cause there is a person on earth waiting and rooting for her. And it would be him cause she couldn’t think of thing where she would no longer smile her gentle smile, caress the children with her soft hands and look at him with those soulful eyes...

Cause he, will fight for her. he will fight with her and he would even fight against her to live. Because he can’t exist without her…

If he dives, leaps, jumps and falls head first, if legends were true. Then he would be human, and he would be the reason for her to stay alive...

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to all the shouts and call given by Uriel. Then with one step, one skip, one lead he plunge to earth.

He felt the wind in his arms and all of his memories of centuries of servitude passed before his eyes like a film record. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable end from the dive of 40 storey building..

He waited...

And waited...

And waited...

Until Bang....!

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Yoona's POV:

She saw him being dragged through the door - bloodied, hurt and fighting for his life.

She stood in her place for what seemed like eternity in the moments that passed...

'it cant be him...'she reasoned with her self

'He is an angel, he can’t be hurt and he can’t die...'she told herself while watching as the doctors try to revive taecyeon’s life...

While chaos reined in her mind and in the emergency room as the doctors fight for his life. Then the machine attached to his heart read a fine straight line with just the sound of continuous ‘TTTttttHHhhhhEEEeeeeeeetttt…………’

Her heart bounded out of her body as she felt the all too familiar pain of losing some loved ones.

The doctors fought for 3 minutes that seemed like eternity to save his life. but they eventually gave up…

She wheeled her wheelchair near him, as she looked at the bloodied body, pulse less arms, non breathing lungs, pale face and closed eyes of Taecyeon. And tears streamed down her eyes like hot Lava, hot and painful…

She slowly reached for his lifeless hands, still shocked at the lifeless body before her, ‘he is an angel… He can’t be hurt and he can’t die… then why..?’

She called him, "Taecyeon.. wake up…?!"

But silence was the answered and finally breaking down she screamed his name, "Taecyeon…!!!!"

"Please Come Back….!!!"

"…Be Alive.."

"Taecyeon…!!!!"

"Please…!!!"

"TAECYEON… Please…. Be Alive…"