CHANYEOL'S POV-

You don't know how much something means to you until you loose it.  This is what I was thinking weeks after I lost a key.  But it was obviously too late to find it again.  No, I shook my head, not daring to loose hope, I could still find it.

I grabbed my coat off the coat rack and briskly ambled out of my overly blank and colorless room in my overly blank and colorless house.  Everywhere you looked, there would be white; white walls, white floor, white couch, white everything.  I slightly glanced at  out my window at the far side of my large living room.  The clouds never parted since that day.

Outside, the wind howled and I thoughtfully walked back to where I lost it.

I started jogging lightly, hands tucked into pockets, breathing evenly.  When my destination was in view, I slowed to a lingering walk.  I sighed, causing small clouds bursting into the cold winter air.  I strode closer to the fountain spitting out water.  Made of stone and a perfect place to loose somthing precious.  I took a seat around the rim of the fountain and clutched my chest.  I closed my eyes for a mere sixty seconds.  It was then that I realized I had been in the cold for twenty minutes.  Now paying attention, I noticed my hands, feet, nose, and ears were already numb.

I closed my eyes once more, wanting my whole entire body to go numb.

I wrenched my eyelids atop my pupil, abuptly and shook my head sharply.  If I die, I'll never find my key again.

I decided it was time to go back to my plain uncolored house.

Dwadling back home, it began to snow.

Just like that day,I thought blankly.

Escaping the cold, frosty air, I strode into my living room and heaved off my trench coat.  Climbing the stairs to get to my room, I rumpled my hair out of frustration.  When I finally stumbled into the anticipated room, I collapsed on the welcoming warm, fluffy, bed.

As I drifed off into a deep sleep of depression and despiration, I told myself, I look foreward to sleep because I get to dream about everything I'm not.

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BAEKHYUN'S POV-

After finally building castle walls around myself for so damn long, someone knocked it all down--not even leaving a single brick, for me to start all over again.

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A/N:

What am I doing with my lyfe?