Sehun would even years later still walk to the exact same spot on which Tao waited. He wouldn't skip any day. A bouquet of flowers would meet the dark sea when Sehun gently placed the flowers upon it as his eyes scanned the same area which the cat-like eyes once had scanned long ago. Once a year, he would repeat the same moves, repeat the same words and repeat the same cold tears.

He found himself, five years later at the same beach as he had been visiting before. Every day, once his working schedule would be done or if he had a small break, he would walk to the sea and look to the sea-line, the undergoing sun, for a moment he would wait. Wait for that one single sign, which would never reach him. It was a one-sided love, it had always been like that. Just like Tao once told him, that he forgot Kris his voice, which ment that he had to let go. And now, he found himself in the exact same position. He forgot Tao's voice, so it was his time to forget Tao. But could he do that? That easily?

The answer was found even closer then he thought, when another angel walked into his life.
And this time he wasn't the doctor, but the patient. 5 years can change a lot after all.