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"So, how can I see them?" Yoona asked, as Jimin lead her out of the house and onto the street.

"With your eyes, obviously," He snickered, causing her to roll her eyes but smile none the less.

"Same as how you can see every human," Jimin gestured with his unoccupied hand to the few people walking out on the street. It was then that Yoona became conscious of the fact that Jimin was still holding her hand.

She let go abruptly, and both of them blushed; Jimin scratched the back of his neck whilst Yoona looked elsewhere.

"Ah, sorry-" He started.

"-Don't worry it's nothing," Yoona nervously giggled, missing Jimin's very quiet whisper of "To you."

"So they can't see us or hear us then, is that right?" Yoona questioned, and Jimin nodded. To test this, she quickly walked over to a group of girls stood at the corner of the street, and waved her hands in front of their faces.

"Hellloooooo?" She sang, and Jimin cutely chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand as he grabbed her and dragged her away.

"Now that you've confirmed, shall we head over?" He smiled, and Yoona grinned. "Yes!"

The pair of them stood in front of a medium sized detached house, with a slanted roof and a little front lawn. And in that front lawn was a petite women, kneeling in the freshly cut grass as she planted little marigolds around the edge of the lawn, those of the same gingery orange colour that Jimin's hair used to be.

"Is that your mother?" Jimin whispered, and Yoona nodded, unable to say anything in case she choked on her words; she could already feel the lump forming in her throat.

Suddenly the front door opened, and out scampered a little boy, about 13 or 14 years old, handing the women a glass of water. The women chuckled lightly, ruffling the boy's hair as he knelt beside her, helping her to plant the rest of the flowers.

"My little brother," She smiled, watching as a tall man stood at the doorway, fondly watching his wife and son. "A-and my father."

Jimin smiled. "They look like a wonderful family."

Yoona nodded. "They...they don't remember me do they?" She muttered, already knowing the answer but waiting for the boy to speak. He didn't, instead he simply shook his head.

Yoona stepped forward, kneeling down to the level of her mother and her brother, lovingly observing as they continued to garden oblivious to their ex-daughter who was sat in front of them.

"I love you," She mumbled, looking at all three of them before standing up again, wiping away a few stray tears and standing beside Jimin again, who had stepped back respectfully to allow Yoona some space.

"Thank you Jimin," She muttered, and he didn't say again, he just took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She had to admit the warmth of his hand in hers was comforting, to say the least. Although, there was still that little nagging feeling.

So she gently let go.

"Let's go?" She smiled up at him, and he smiled back with nod.

The pair of them were soaring through the air, something Yoona was now familiar with but at the same time not. It was a surreal feeling, to be able to glide through the air and actually 'touch the clouds', something a kid would only dream of. She smiled, glancing back at her silvery grey wings behind, admiring how aesthetically pleasing they were.