“Young man, you are finally here. A lady was here just now and she seemed to really like this doll. You are lucky that you managed to place and order before it ran out.”

“Thank you Ahjussi for helping to safe keep it.”

“How many do you have now?”

“I’ve been keeping it since the annual collection started, I am on my 7^th doll now.”

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He had exactly two hours left till the dinner at his parental home, not his own, where his dad had invited the whole entourage of Yoona’s family over for a gathering before the wedding.

His much dreaded second wedding.

He was walking to the carpark when he saw her.

His ex wife, his lover.

She was lost as she staggered around, helpless. Her eyes were empty, lifeless.

Like the eyes when I left her on the doorway, five years ago.

“Kyukyu ah…”

Her tears were falling, as her gaze wandered around, searching, for what, he wasn’t sure.

And then, he saw someone pushed her lifeless fragile body as she collapsed to the floor.

Like a fallen angel.

And then, it reminded him, like five years ago.

He strided towards her, and offered her his hand.

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She looked up at the hand that reached out to her.

That familiar palm, that arm. That scent, that eyes.

The eyes whom her son had inherited from.

Her baby, their baby.

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He stared at her, then reaching to help her stand up as she struggled to stand up by herself, flinching herself away. He gripped her tighter and pulled her up, as her weak and frail body fell into his embrace.

She was so skinny, so frail and weak. He felt his heart tang, as his arms encircled the trembling body, still struggling from his hold. What had happened to her? This five years. It had taken a toll on her and her body. She used to be full and healthy under his care, even though she was still trim as she was born slim. But now, she was as if she could break anytime.

He ignored the pain in his heart as he held her tighter and soothe her by her hair. It was the only way to soothe her down, his tactic, something he devised to calm her down when she had her panic attacks and misery fits ever since her parents death.

He felt her slowly loosen and her head against his chest, like old times.

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She clung towards the familiar chest of her lover.

The one she seek solace from, everytime she was afraid.

Her safety lifeboat, her emergency float that she clutched on tightly when she feel herself drowning.

“Kyuhyun ah, Kyukyu is gone. My Kyukyu is gone. Where is he? Kyukyu ah…”

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“We will find him together.”