𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 [choi san]

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— San, don't you bored alone ?

He nodded negatively.

— I'm fine Woo.

The blond shrugged his shoulders.

— Don't you want to come with us ? Asked Seonghwa.

— Maybe next time, he replied with a slight smile.

— 'kay, see you.

— Yeah, have fun.

The brown rushed to his phone. He looked at the lock screen, letting sadness and sorrow climb through his broken chest for the fifteenth time.

He sighed and close his eyes. But her image didn't want to erase.

He had no news. No life signs. And no idea about what she became. But he secretly hoped she thinks about him sometimes.

Distance separated them. Since the first day.

He didn't really know how all of that between us had begun. He only remembered their first met, when they exchanged their first glance.

She had that lovely smile with soft dimples. Green eyed and brown haired. He never excepted fall in love this way, with a quick look filled of desire and appetence.

That was rude, and quite excited.

They shared their numbers and exchanged soft words before warmth drives them insane.

Their relationship lasted the whole summer to the last day of December. Then, nothing. Like if she had disappeared in the cold wind which stuck her in the past without San's consent.

All that was left to him was memories.

And he loved relive those moments through his dreams, because she was become all he couldn't get anymore.