Previously: Donghae accepted the fact that Yoona and Taecyeon were meant to be together. But before that, he was involved  in an accident, caused by his anger. His destiny chose to let him became a heartbroken man in a wheelchair. But still Taecyeon thankfully supports him, despite of what happened in the past, as a real friend would always do. Anyways, Yoona needed time to digest what has happened with her former boyfriend and to have a clear mind to think about the future. So she left Taecyeon for an undefinite time again. 

  This is not the Last Chap, but maybe the next will be it or the chap after the next ^^ Enjoy and Sorry Sorry~ for the veeeerrry Late Update :D       Taecyeon opened the door to his apartment.  Taking off his shoes, he wondered why the light in the living room was still on. The young man scented the breeze of coffee flying in the room.   "Hello?", his head peeked around the corner.    "You really have admirable writing skills", Krystal held a blue notebook in her left hand, sitting on his couch with a cup of coffee in her right.   He forgot that she still had a key to his apartment, that was actually Tiffany's, "..uh..Hey..", scratching his head, not even knowing that he wrote a book. It must have come into being when he was drunk, "I do?"   She only nodded without even trying to explain how she figured it out.   "Chinja ", a little smile spreaded on his face, as he wanted to laugh at his former silly drunken behaviour but had to contain it.   Before he turned around, Krystal suddenly bombard him with this one question, "Where have you been?"   He knew, the day would come when he had to make her leave, even though he never wanted her to leave as a friend. With heavy breathings, he walked up to her. After remembering that everything was as good as settled now with Donghae and with Yoona, shouldn't he tell the young lady clearly how things are between them.   "I wanna stop hurting you..", his words made her feel heaviness of all the burden in her heart, "..I wish to have the ability to change hearts.. to stop making you cry.."   ".. it's true", interrupting him as she began to understand. Krystal lay down the book and the cup on the glass table already, when she'd got the image of the woman from the cemetery stuck in her head and that woman looked at Taecyeon with such sad but lovely eyes, ".. It's true, It hurts .. a lot."   The tall guy didn't say anything. In the next minute, he only sensed her walking towards him with a certain dynamic, wrapped her hand around his neck, lifted her head up and pressed her lips against his.   The shock was too overwhelming for him, he didn't know how to react, whether to push her away or not. Since she was the one who helped him in a kind way. Life was not fair to him and to everyone around him.  Hoping that she would break the kiss soon, his heart thumped like crazy. Krystal came to her mind again, it was not how she wanted it to become.  But at that moment, she never got to deepen the kiss as he shoved her tenderly away.   Her arms remained to be wrapped around him. The pain in the young lady's heart was that of a thousand pound weight, a burden that she endured with every breath. She'd never intended to kiss him forcefully but couldn't he understand how much she wanted him.  Perhaps her own heart kept the door close for other men to enter. Maybe, she was afraid to continue being hurt by other people, feeling that sharp pain again. Prefering to love just one man forever and ignore other confessions.  She was convinced, that it would only hurt her more than anything else.   Smiling hopelessly alone, her hands slowly loosened the hold. Krystal was looking to the ground, comparing her feet and his to come to the conclusion that they would fit perfectly for each other. Just not their hearts. He broke away and it was the response she'd never wanted to feel.    Little tears were sliding down her cheek, as she was biting her lower lip; struggling with her watery eyes and the dying butterfly in her stomach, the knot rising in and the suffocating pain in her chest.    I will not ..fall apart now..! - She screamed inside her head, trying hard to fix her tear-blurred vision.    Taecyeon first avoided her eyes but as soon as he realized that the girl's arms weren't around his neck anymore, he slowly faced her.   "..Would you..", she cursed herself for the quiver in her voice, for the irreversible misery and most of all for the tears in her eyes, "Would you stay with me?" Krystal didn't want him to see her cry, especially if he was the one making her cry.    The young man didn't have the heart to look at her anymore as she was asking this. She was hurt because of him and he couldn't even look at her.  Something in the back of her mind marked this as the act of a man, who completely gave the heart to another woman already but she'd never saw him as a faintheart.   "There is a better guy in this world." He said, poorly disguising the guilty conscience in his tone.   "...What if I want YOU." She still mustered their feets in it's unblemished harmony.   He was quiet for a moment. Krystal wondered what he was thinking about, but maybe it was better to keep the distance because she knew that it's not her face in his mind when he wakes up.   "I don't deserve you", his voice reminded her of a whisper in the blowing rain that tossed her hair and drenched her clothes.  After that day, when she met him the first time, her heart was already attracted to him and she was stepping out of her home with a little place in her mind that was thinking about the guy in the café. On that day, it was raining and she forgot her umbrella. Despite of that, her heart imagined him standing next to her, protecting her from the rain and the coldness that it brought.  He warmed her, even without his presence.   She smiled fragilely, "... you're lying", heavily breathing out to stop her next tears, "..it's not about whether someone deserves love or not.." She pretended to be conceived. "..maybe I am of a facile nature, but I know that I.. lo-..", she stopped for a moment. The word 'Love' was not the right word anymore because 'love' would base on two people's same feelings for each other. ".. that I ..deeply care for you ...and it will not just simply change because of another man's affection towards me..."   More salty tears rolled down her cheeks as a symbol of her actual desperation. She brushed them quickly away with the back of her hand, gritting her teeth, trying to keep her emotions at bay.    ".. I envy her...", forming a lifeless smile on her face, "..I can't promise ..that I could be only a friend to .. you ..", refreshing her lungs as she closed her eyes to compose herself. When she opened her eyes again and the view before her was a lot clearer, "I hope.."   Krystal finally had the courage to look at him; the guy she had a deep crush on, "..you will be happy."    That crush wouldn't change, but as time goes by her heart will learn to love more than just once in a lifetime, since Youth is the key of colourful experiences.   At the moment the grown-up girl told him this, he realizes the real Krystal; the stubborn one; the rebel in the body of that young lady and finally the strong and honest girl. He noticed, that she fought with the water in her eyes but lost due to her weak mental condition.  Even though, he felt a little sorry, no miserable feelings were in his heart anymore; no knife in his back. It was just the fact that he didn't saw Yoona in Krystal anymore but the real girl instead.  He was kind of happy for that moment to happen. Now he knew, it's just a matter of time until she will forget about that actually little crush on him; until the time arrives for their friendship to continue to grow.   He engulfed her in a tight hug, hoping that the gesture would ease the pain a little bit.  The warmth of his body contrasting with her pale skin due to the loss of her worthwhile tears. Krystal closed her eyes and sighed against the tall guy's shoulder, wishing she could be the one he loves; wishing he would just grab and kiss her.    "I don't want to loose you.." The young lady immediately felt a warm shiver run down her body at hearing his husky voice, ".. as a dear friend of mine."   All he could do was trying to comfort her and hoping she would feel better after sometime. Whenever He tried to make her clear that he only saw her as a friend, it broke another piece of her heart.  Hearing the person you care about so much tell you indirectly that they have and want someone else. Making a tight knotted feeling in your belly, and they don't know how to react but to treat you only friendly but never lovingly.   She tried to manage the pain by helping him and staying by his side, pretending to not having any other deeper intentions anymore. It became her greatest mask.  But Taecyeon knew her inner broken feelings too well already; he could understand the jealously that burned in the depths of her heart and the obvious sadness in her eyes whenever he told her to go home.   "It's better for you ... and me.. to not meeting each other anymore", She sobbed into his shoulder for the heart she had lost.   Neither of them knew how long they stood in the middle of the living room, holding one another.  Krystal only knew, that she was there with him and that was the only thing that would held a better end for her shattered heart.   . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   Some days later ...    There he was, sitting in his wheelchair, holding his chopsticks. They sat across from each other in Donghae's hospital room but didn't even attempt to speak. Taecyeon wondered how his friend could manage that burden of never be able to walk again. Silence spreaded the room. Both were fixated on their food only.  Maybe they needed a periode of time, but only maybe.   3 weeks later ... afternoon ...   The hospital room was relocated the third time and Taecyeon walked disorientated around the whole hospital, only to find a man in a wheelchair.  When suddenly his phone rang ...  His body didn't move one inch, while he couldn't believe that his phone vibrated in his pocket again after a long time. Hesitatingly, he slowly took out his phone. An unknown number. Before he could push the button, a familiar voice called his name from behind, "Taec!", He turned around. At that moment the phone stopped ringing.   "We need to talk", Donghae said as he noticed dark circles under his friend's eyes.   The young man twisted his head to muster himself on his reflection at the window before following the man in the wheelchair, putting his phone back into his pocket.   "Is everything fine?", Donghae asked to figure out why his friend seemed to be stressed, as Taecyeon sat across from him at the hospital's café outside.   "I guess so." A clear answer made Taecyeon's smile fading and continuing to look ahead; watching birds flying in the cold wind.   Donghae could feel the weak condition his friend was in.  That guy might have thought that the former oxford student was fine with the situation but he wasn't; whether with the fact that he had no family with Yoona anymore nor was he no longer in any position of a father. His heart was still aching but seeing Taecyeon being still in pain, he felt as if giving up Yoona was bitterly regretful.