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A/N: The final installment of the 100 Sub event. New arc to start soon. Special thanks to: Skyromantica

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFkcFUpIChk&list=PLjjr7Wz3d2ag_V0XiDnqG-1zdSS6ynvEF

He laid there, eyes half lidded as a thin slip of light snuck its way from a crack in the back wall. It wasn’t the bright, inviting kind of light of the sun, but rather a pale haunting glow that indicated night. Still, it was more than his dank cell could ever provide.

How many days had it been? Or was it weeks? Maybe months? He couldn’t gauge the passage of time in the blackness that had become his home. Not even the sliver of light helped. It wouldn’t though; the dim light of night seemed to last twice as long as the bright daylight did. Was it just his imaginings or was that really how it was? Maybe he was just going crazy. He was probably crazy.

Silence. Loneliness. Hunger. Thirst.

Reveling in these things seemed to do that to a person; make them crazy that is.

He was crazy after all. Sometimes he’d imagine the darkness shifting and swirling around him. There were even moments he thought he saw real light; it showed up in dancing elephants with big ears. Sometimes he would even forget his own name.

“Yoochun. My name is Park Yoochun,” he rasped to himself. “I used to go by Micky.”

He coughed roughly, having become unused to using his voice.

After his moment of clarity, Yoochun settled back into his stupor. He let his mind wander once more, and in a matter of seconds the images began to glow. They weren’t pink elephants or Disney characters this time. No, he was blessed with something much more relaxing. Something much more enjoyable. He saw Yun. His beautiful Song Yun.

She danced slowly; gracefully; in a fluffy white dress that was showered in sparkling crystals. Her hair was up and curled into fat rings that complimented her small, dainty figure. Her arms were up and swept in an arch as if she were dancing with someone; yet, no matter how hard he looked he could not see her partner.

The more she twirled, and the wider she smiled, Yoochun began to get a sense of déja vu. He had seen this before; he definitely had. That’s when it dawned on him….it was their wedding. She was in her wedding dress, and she was dancing the waltz he and her had practiced for weeks prior to the event.

At his remembrance a shimmer began to take shape next to the female. Suddenly she was no longer dancing alone, but with him. A younger him. A happier him.

The memory didn’t last long though. The image of the two began to swirl and shift until it turned into another familiar scene. Again, Yun was dancing, but now she wore a long flowy skirt and a baggy blouse. She was hunched over slightly as she spun a little girl with pitch black pig tails around. The girl was miniature image of the woman. They even had the s