Dead//Baekhyun

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I had not prepared his funeral, for if I had he would've been stuffed in a cardboard box and buried in the back garden. However his older sister insisted that he have a grand funeral.

The stench of overpriced flowers and the appearance of him in an open casket, eyes closed, cheeks reddened, hair slicked back.

People cried, people made speeches, people said lovely things about him. Yet when it came my turn all I could do was stare at that casket, joy filling my every sense, bubbling happily within my eyes.

I had outsmarted him. I had beat him at his own games. Deceitful, unfair, I had won.

When the funeral had ended and all guests had moved over to a nearby restaurant to continue their mourning, I stood by the open grave. I watched as the coffin was lowered into the six foot hole and for once in my marriage felt content.

I was a widow now. Not the typical woman in black widow, I was the gleeful flowers sunshine rainbows happy widow. My boss had offered me time off at work due to my 'loss'. Truly ironic, since ever since Baekhyun had passed all I had done was gain.

My skin had returned to it's natural colour, I was able to eat freely, sleep in till late and watch all the TV programs I liked.

However that one spot, where Baekhyun had convulsed violently in his sleep, was always bare. Every time I rolled over, I could see him there, lying next with eyes so white you could almost think he was blind. The vision would not fade until I found the courage to roll over, face my back to the demon that lied beside me and burned holes into the back of my head.

He knew what I had done.

I didn't think that I would've ever missed him nor be haunted by his memory. Yet his cologne stuck to his pillow and small mindless possessions that I wouldn't have noticed otherwise held new sentimental value.

The pen on the coffee table was his. 

The mug with the Beagle on it was his.

The shampoo in the shower was his.

I couldn't move a thing.

Despite his wicked ways, I couldn't bring myself to tear every photo of us apart. The images of us both smiling happily were the simple reminder that once upon a time he saved my life. I was the reason that his ended.

Yet the demon still watched me and this time I stared it right in the eye, staring at the green decomposing and flaking skin, hair falling from his scalp, white eyes swirling with anger.

'I won I won I won I won' I chanted over and over again, watching the demon's lips rip into a snarl. I won.