The Last Drop of Snow [EXO Luhan] *Completed*

Part 1 of 2

PLAY AUDIO: MIRACLES IN DECEMBER
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'The first fall of snow, regains the rhythm. The last drop, stops a beating heart.'

Luhan was sitting beside the window on a bus ride home - on a state in which one starts to drift away when the first key of a heart-wrenching sentimental tune leaps in. As the melody plays slower and the lyrics sinks deeper, his pace of time ticks slower, the moist by the window pane thickens and the light from those equally distanced passing streetlights glow dimmer. Even the clear cold droplet dripping down that misty window beside him was up to set the mood. Gently etching a crack in between, everything was like a part torn out of a movie scene, except, it wasn’t.

Only the moon and a couple of twinkling stars dared to lighten it all, that crestfallen winter night, similar to those every cold dark evening that came and passed by with the every ticking of the clock. But, this did not bother him anymore. For time itself is an illusion humans have put themselves into, a trap to a course of pre-destined fate or so he believes. Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow...and Forever, every single one of them is nothing but a ruthless lie. Soon enough, everything a person ever hoped for will reach a particular conclusion just like every great novel out there for sale, an End.

He sees things this way, different. Though sad, it is a common truth. But, he wasn’t always like this. There comes a time when pessimism would fall out of his grasps only to enter a world he barely remembers. An escape he wishes to escape as soon as the first drop of snow had fallen.

His emotionless doe eyes were completely wide open, yet his mind was stuck inside at an empty void in space, the past. It still hurts, he dismissively thought. Unconsciously, tears started flowing one after the other, vague memories started flashing right before his eyes, like an old movie clip reeling in. 

It was time.

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….Lulu~ …wake up.

The next thing Luhan knew when his eyes opened in the light, he was now walking in fairly brightened hall, looking lost as he was unable to comprehend his where about or how he had even gotten there in the first place. His head turned left, right and all around, with only a faint, questioning look plastered on his face. White walls, white ceilings and people walking here and there wearing only white is what he sees. Even the outside was no different. As he takes a closer look on things, he also notices himself wearing the same pale white set of clothes like the others, pristine and unstained, different on what he had the night before everything went fuzzy. No, he was not dead and neither was it Heaven. That was one the thing he was sure of when he tried pinching he’s cheeks and felt the pain in doing so.

Things became clearer with every step. Still, he was a bit unsure. There was something he was supposed to remember, something related to why he was here. And like a trigger, Luhan felt an extreme pain at the back of his head, halting him from walking. His body arched, curling with one hand gripping on the solid foundation next to him. Trying at his hardest to support his own weight from collapsing, Luhan could only endure and feel the killing pain sink through the course of his body. Though, it only lasted for a second, the stinging pain still lingered for another few, briefly restricting his body movements further than before. He calmed himself, took in a deep breath and regained his poise. After it had completely gone away, he remembered, as if by magic, that there was a girl waiting for him - a girl he had longed to see.