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𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 -- -͙- The gray field stretched out endlessly before Yeonjun, a bleak and desolate landscape that seemed to mock his every step. The emptiness pressed in on him, and with every breath, he felt a deeper sense of despair. The memories of his family—the fleeting moments with DJ and Myles, the warmth of their embrace, and the tender exchanges with Percy—felt like cruel illusions, taunting him with what he had lost.

"Why?" he whispered, his voice trembling with sorrow. "Why am I being tormented like this? Why does it all feel like it's slipping away?" The weight of his grief was unbearable, and tears welled up in his eyes, blurring the gray world around him. He sank to his knees, his sobs echoing in the silence, as if the very air was mourning with him.

But then, cutting through the sound of his own weeping, he heard something else—a small, pitiful cry, high-pitched and desperate. Yeonjun froze, his heart lurching in his chest. It was a child's cry, and it tugged at something deep within him, stirring a protective instinct that overpowered his despair.

"Mal?" he called out, his voice shaky as he looked around, searching for the source of the cry. "Mallory?"

He spotted her several feet away, a tiny figure curled up on the ground, her face buried in her hands as she sobbed. Yeonjun's breath caught in his throat as he scrambled to his feet and rushed over to her, his heart pounding in his chest.

When he reached her, he knelt down and gently lifted her into his arms. "It's okay, Mal. Daddy's here," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion as he tried to soothe her. Mallory—his sweet, precious girl—looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, her little face crumpled in sadness.

She clung to him, her small hands gripping his shirt as she buried her face in his shoulder, her sobs muffled against his chest. Yeonjun held her close, rocking her gently as he murmured soft, comforting words, trying to calm her down. "Shh, it's okay, baby girl. Daddy's got you. Everything's going to be okay."

As he cradled her, he closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of her weight in his arms, the warmth of her small body pressed against his. He could feel her trembling slowly subside, her sobs fading into soft hiccups as she began to calm down. But even as he comforted her, a familiar presence stirred in the air around him—one that made his heart skip a beat.

He opened his eyes and saw her—Percy—standing in front of him. She was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, her flowing white dress billowing gently as if caught in a breeze. Her eyes were warm and tender, filled with the love that had always been his anchor. She smiled at him, that gentle smile that had always brought him peace, and reached out, her hands guiding his as he held their daughter.

"Hold her close," Percy whispered, her voice like a melody, soothing and sweet. "She needs to feel your love, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun obeyed, tightening his hold on Mallory, who had quieted down completely, her small fingers curling around his collar. Percy's presence wrapped around them like a comforting embrace, and Yeonjun felt the gray field begin to dissolve, the color and life returning as the scene around him shifted.

The sterile, cool scent of antiseptic filled his nostrils, and the soft beeping of monitors replaced the oppressive silence. He blinked, and the grayness was gone, replaced by the familiar, bright walls of a hospital room. He was back in time, reliving a moment that had meant more to him than words could express.