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Happy New Year everyone!! Sorry I’m late ehehe

Well with this short chapter I probably revealed the entire thing you guys have been asking about ehehe. Or maybe no? But it doesn’t mean this story will end soon. There are few of problems in this story, and this chapter had cleared the first.

Lastly, I’ve been planning on posting the pre-story of this fic, but I’m kind of in dilemma. Should I post it after this one is finished? Or should I post it along?

Anyway, try to read this chap while listening to A Big Great World’s ‘Say Something’ ft. Christina Aguilera. Seriously. The feels.

Happy reading!!

I love winter.

I hate winter too.

The harshly cold air which made the tip of my nose to redden and my fingertips to freeze until they felt numb, those white pavements blanketed on layers of snow, the gracefully falling snowflakes which will occasionally drop on my hair until I had to shake them off of my head, and the sunlight that does nothing good on my skin because I still felt cold.

Yep, I’m in a love-hate relationship with winter.

It was a day like this, when the snow wasn’t really falling anymore, but my surroundings were still covered in white yet somehow seems so lively instead of plain. Maybe the remnants of the snow are still floating around the air. But I remember, I do remember, that it was on a day like this when I first met him.

Yifan. That dude.

I had wished everything could be less dramatic. I hate drama, but why do I keep creating one? It’s like a single day like this could break my last grip on my own self into pieces. It’s like when everything is beautiful and happy, I’ll be always the only one suffering.

Because it will be always in days like this when I miss him so much.

“We’re here, Young Lady.”

I blinked, shooing my thoughts away, and the gate of the cemetery came in sight. I hold the urge to sigh so heavily. Seriously, I’m still eighteen for God’s sake. But it feels like I’m a forty five years old woman bringing flowers for her deceased husband. I secretly chuckled, and then frowned when I found Changmin is already staring at me weirdly again.

“You really should stop looking at me like that.” I grunted at him.

Changmin just shrugged. “It’s your fault for being weird.”

“You may shut up as long as my weirdness doesn’t cause any damage on you.”

“But your weirdness caused a pretty serious damage on my eyes.”

“How dare you to – “

“Young Lady,” Yunho’s calm voice pipes in, “I think you shouldn’t mind this brat and get off the car instead.”

“Pfft, Yunho hyung is kicking you out.” Changmin chuckled, but it quickly faded away when Yunho throws a glare at him. Sometimes I wonder what kind of power that Yunho possessed that Changmin could be so tamed in front of him.

When I’m out of my thoughts again, Yunho is already opening the car door for me. I stood on the ground and slowly walk away. Even without really paying attention to my surroundings, my feet automatically bring me to where he rests. Go straight until I passed three blocks, and then turn left at the fourth, walk straight until the end of the path and then turn right. Keep walking until the fifth tomb.

‘KRIS WU’

“Hi…” I whispered. Seriously, what am I doing? It’s not like he could hear me. He’s gone already. I’m technically talking to a stone. But maybe this is one of those moments when I hope that I’m still connected to him somehow.

I put the flowers on the top of his tomb stone before I get back on my spot. Right next to him. “I’ve been… fine. Life’s been fine.” I said warily before I sighed. “You’re