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It's a dream.
Suho was desperate, he is a student of science after all, there's no way he can imagine all of that.
He ran all over the streets, harsh sunlight replaced by blinding lights, through it all, no sign of them ever existed.
His breath hitched, his tears inevitable, his heart is squished by a cruel hand.
He sobbed for days, why must he dream about something so vivid? Reality is cruel and unforgiving.
How can one process things that never happen? Heal a wound that doesn't existed?
-Lloyd- Suho buried himself under piles of nothingness, his shout reaches no where as the person he is trying to reach out, existed only in his memory, his dream, his fake reality.
No.
It couldn't end this way.
He need to turn it into reality.
He feels week, he is malnourished, he is too emotionally unstable to even get out of his room, let alone to work or get something to eat.
But his hand moves on it's own, as if a gentle force is guiding him.
He opened his laptop and starts to type.
What first feels like messy jumbles starts to form into something real.
If they live in his head, he should at least find a way to make them real, find a way to see them, touch them.
They can't stay in his head forever, he knows the inevitability of time and how it erases the things that seems unnecessary yet he desperately clings on.
So he typed.
He write long paragraphs, essay worth of sentences.
He shared it everywhere, in every chat forums, every webnovel, every website, anywhere, everywhere, whatever space that allows him to.
And maybe it was because his love is so pure.
It started of in a vacuum but people soon accumulates, his writting allows him to live, but he doesn't care about it, he still lives in his old decrypted apartment, he doesn't care, as long as he pay rent he can write, he has the money but he would rather type than eat.
Days after days, he kept typing.
Typing.
The number of followers begins to grow, he gained fans that enjoyed his writting, calling him a genius. But he doesn't care, not one in the sea of people does -Lloyd- Suho find comfort in.
They are not here.
They are not..
Days turns to weeks, weeks turns to months and finally months turns into years.
His yearning feels like white noise.
His finger feels numb.
"I think I am ready."
Gogi who was trying to feed him suddenly stops.
"For what?"
"To end this story."
But how do you end a story that you yourself didn't witness the ending of?
For him, the answer is obvious.
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A man desperately runs amongst the crowd. He tried to look normal, but with his silver hair, he looks nothing but out-of-place.
"Javier?"
Javier looks at the man.
Even just by a glance, he knows that this man is not his Young Master, even if he doesn't know his face he can feel it deep inside his soul.
But..
How did he know my name?
The man approaches him.
His footsteps sounded weak.
"You are too late."
The man handed a book towards Javier, but before he could open it, the man begin to walk.
Javier feels desperate, he followed the man.
"Wait, who are you? And do you by chance know someone with the name Kim Suho?"
The man didn't answer, he continued to walk.
It's a long one.
With every step Javier can feel his chest tighten as worry come creeping in.
Too late? What does he meant by that?
The man finally stops.
"Where are we?"
Javier asked, his voice is filled with concern. He is a stranger to this place, but even so, in this unfamiliar world, a place like this also existed.
"A cemetery."
The man answered quitely. He walks again before stopping in front of a desecrated stone.
Among the spray paints and other things that covered the stone, Javier could barely made out a name.
Kim Suho
Javier's world shattered. He couldn't believe the words that is written on the stone.
No...
A life without his Young Master...
He couldn't imagine it.
So many questions flashes inside his mind,
Who is this man? What is his relationship with Lloyd? How did Lloyd died? How long has he..
been dead?
but the most pressing one of all...
"Why is his grave desecrated?"
"..."
Gogi doesn't speak.
He opened the bag he has been carrying, containing cleaning products.
He started to wipe it.
"It's because of you."
"?"
Javier is lost, he doesn't know what to do, that's when he is reminded by the weight in his arm. He has been carrying..
A book.
He opened it.
Through thick pages he recognised the writting style, he doesn't need to see the author's name to know who writes it.
He skimmed through it, desperately looking for an answer.
"Hey.."
Javier paused, looking at the man that is still cleaning the grave.
"How would you end a story?"
Javier's mouth moved but he doesn't know what to answer.
Gogi seems to expected it.
He stood up, leaving the strange man.
The ending?
Javier's hand begins to tremble, he quitely opened the last chapter. It's shorter than the rest. He foolishly believes that this chapter might bring him all the answers to his questions.
But it did not, the last chapter was simply..
an apology.