On hindsight, it felt like it was a hug shared between two deeply connected people: old friends; missed lovers; the feared lost chance. I did not know. I thought it was a normal hug.

I remember you extended the hug. I was pulling to let go, not knowing our connection. But you stopped me. You held me tighter. No words were said. Nothing else was done. It was a brief memory, this dream. It was only a hug. 

But it now kills me inside, to remember this dream. Because I felt your sincerity; I felt your desire to never let me go.

A collection of my one-shots and drabbles written because,

It was Onew.

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