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Only the cassette tapes were left. Only the cassette tapes and him; Chan.
He wondered why it was him that had managed to make it out alive. Couldn't he be the one that didn't make it? Couldn't they both survive? Even having the both of them dying together seemed to be better than what actually happened.
He would look at how the people that once admired and envied them would now show nothing but pity. They would come and show their grief with a frown on their lips and a sorry expression, and then they'd just leave. He hated it. He hated every single bit of it. He hated the pity, the sorry, he hated the people. They were the worst part. But still, he could do nothing.
The tape lags again, and Chan sighs. He fixes it, and then he sits back in his chair.
"Remind me again, why do I love you?" the Chan in the recording asks, and Minho laughs.
There is silence in the recording for a few seconds. Finally, Minho's voice speaks again. "Because together, we are beautiful."
Chan stops the recording. He takes a deep breath in and then exhales.
