*Alarm starts to ring*

Still half asleep Chanyeol turns around to read the clock. It reads seven o'clock. Even though he's still drowsy he gets up and heads to his closet. Upon opening it he looks at the clothes beside his and smiles. He lifts his hand to caress the silky fabric of the dresses and shirts. With a smile still on his face, he grabs his clothes and heads to the bathroom. After a couple of minutes he exists wide wake and heads to the kitchen; where he begins making breakfast. Every morning he makes the same thing. Southern style omelets and orange juice. He grabs both plates and sets them on the table along with the orange juices. He takes a seat across from the other plate and gently begins to speak.

"How was your morning beautiful? Wonderful, I presume." A small smile appears on his face as he looks. Every morning is the same, he talks and smiles to the person across the table. Only, no one was really there in the first place. A figment of his imagine he created in order to cope. He can't forget, he doesn't want to forget the face and the laugh of the person he treasured the most in this world.