Arranged Marriage with Luhan

This Winter Day

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theredeyedwolf, This Winter Day.

I tightened the grip on my coat and took quivering steps as I made my way on the shops behind the pavements. Only a month has passed since I first stepped in this country, yet I have encountered so many people and learned many things. I guess it was because of my easygoing attitude that I made friends, but I know it was also because of the residents who are very open for me to be part of their lives.

I twisted the knob of the door with frosted windows and entered the shop. I don’t know how I came to discover this, but I have started to take fond of hidden shops. This was probably because of my sister’s love for mystery that I myself took a look at.

 There, a man I know very well welcomed me with a warm smile and a slight bow. I returned his gesture with an enormous greeting.

“You will be taking it, I see.” Said he. I nodded gently and stared around the room. Until now, I do not know what to do, nor what to tell. I just can’t bring myself to be a burden to my family, and this is why I am keeping it to myself.

 Taking a pen and a small piece of paper, he sighed and frowned. He was probably afraid to lose a friend, but I keep on telling him not to worry. Carlo, the man in front of me, has been one of the closest friends I had since I went on the streets of Paris. 

He placed the items in front of the counter as his fingers gently stroked the cabinet made of mahogany.

“I really do not expect you to let go easily. Why can’t you just find some bodyguards to help you?” He asked as I shook my head.

“It’s not necessary, and if I were to get one, I would not know if they are really my allies.” I said as he opened the third drawer from the top. Then, I stared at the paper in front of me. I can do this.

I wrote some contents regarding how I perceive the situation. I also gave clues on the things that she has to know. I love my family, and I know that this would be the best thing to do.

The owner of the shop smiled and tore the bear with the threads on the top. After doing so, I placed my letter on the shabby cotton fillings. He did some stitches to finish the thing. I placed some bills on the counter, but he rejected it. I pushed it to him again and frowned, making him give up and accept it otherwise.

“When will you propose to Clara?” He asked as I smiled.

“I won’t.” I replied. He was taken aback at my statement.

“Why? So you were fooling her all along?”

“I am on the verge of death now. I would not want her to get stuck with me forever.  I just want…to love her. I want her to feel that she is loved. I want her to know that someone is here. For her.”

“I will be dropping by here some other time to claim this bear. Please do keep it in your custody. Here is the payment for my deposit. Thank you very much.”

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April 12, 2013.

Bleu Corner, Paris.

A text came especially for me. It was from a number whose sender I do not know. I have not been sharing my number with anyone else except Clara and my family, yet mysteries arise that it knows my name, and my lifestyle. This is the fifth time that I have been receiving it from the same sender, and I know that this is not some normal kind of a threat.

Mark my words, Taeyang. I am watching you. Any time in your life could be the end of it.

-Skies