third person
genre: angst
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"Seungmin....wake up. Seungmin."
The boy groggily opened his eyes and he saw (Y/N) standing beside the bed wearing all white and with a smile on her face. Seungmin smiled, and he didn't know if this was another dream or an effect of the medicines he took.
"Good morning," he says. "You're awake early."
(Y/N) smiled and leaned over to pinch his cheek affectionately, "Of course I am. Good morning to you too, sleepyhead."
Seungmin got up and ran a hand through his hair, before hopping off the bed and giving his wife a tight hug. But, the weird thing is, she didn't hug him back.
He pulled away, his doubts slowly clouding in the back of his mind but he pushed them away, thinking that his brain is only playing tricks on him like it always used to do.
"Come on, let's eat breakfast."
(Y/N) held his hand, and Seungmin shivered. Her hand felt airy and invisible against his palm, as if he was holding onto thin air.
I think I'm hallucinating, he thought.
They walked down the stairs hand in hand, which had Seungmin wondering why her hand felt so cold and so...not there.
The two of them went to the dining room where breakfast is served. Bacon, eggs, toast and pancakes. There were also two glasses with orange juice filled to the brim and a small cup with chocolate milk. Seungmin smiled and went to fetch their four-year-old son Junmyeon.
(Y/N) sat down on her chair across his and started eating while Seungmin made sure that Junmyeon is eating his food. He then sat down and forked some eggs and bacon on his plate.
"I missed this," he admitted, taking a huge bite out of his food.
"Me too," (Y/N) giggled and fed Junmyeon a piece of pancake.
"You know, me and the boys are working on a new song, want a little preview?" he says, smiling as he looks at his wife.
She bit her toast, "Maybe you could before I leave."
Leave? Why would you leave? Seungmin wanted to voice his thoughts out, but he held back. For some reason he really felt as if she would leave, and never come back.
Choosing to ignore her statement he stood up and grabbed his guitar before coming back, strumming a few strings before singing the lyrics beautifully.
All the while (Y/N) was smiling as she closed her eyes, trying to feel all the emotion into his singing while Junmyeon eats his food happily.
When he finished he saw her with a wide smile and tears in her eyes. He reached out to wipe away the liquid, but when his fingers tried to come in contact with her cheek he felt a wisp of coldness.
And then it hit him.
She wasn't there.
Seungmin withdrew his hand, and Junmyeon ran out of the room without him noticing. He stood up at the same time (Y/N) did the similar action, the both of them with unreadable expressions on their faces.
"What...what are you?" he mumbled, feeling empty all of a sudden.
(Y/N) smiled sadly as she held his hand, somehow he felt a spark of warmth but all he could feel was nothing.
"I'm just a spirit now, Seungmin. But don't worry. I may not be here physically, but I will always be there, in your hearts." she said and hugged him, placing her already fading head on his chest as tears ran down his face, his hands clenching into fists as he fought the urge to hug his wife back.
"I love you so much, my Seungmin."
"I love you too."
And she faded into thin air, her voice lingering in his ears.
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Seungmin woke up with tears in his eyes. He looked down and noticed that he was hugging the pillow (Y/N) always used to cuddle with. He snuggled more into the pillow and let his tears dampen the pillowcase, the warmth slowly being absent due to the presence of his frigid tears.
Sniffing the faint scent of his late wife, he tried to suppress his tears.
He remembered the incidents as if it were yesterday—he can clearly recall the events, the tears, and all the emotions he felt that day.
Five years ago, after they got married, they went to Sicily for their honeymoon, where they had their firstborn, Junmyeon. They went back to South Korea to officially start their lives as a family, but all the plans and dreams they made together were crushed when an unexpected incident happened.
As Seungmin was driving along the busy streets of Seoul, there sat (Y/N) in the front seat while their son was in his own car seat in the back. But then, a speeding truck with an obviously drunk driver appeared, and it came in direct contact with their car.
Truth be told, Seungmin was the one supposed to die. But, (Y/N) removed her seatbelt and shielded him with her body, thus ending her life on the spot.
Both males survived the acdident, Junmyeon had a few minor scratches while Seungmin had a dislocated arm and bruises on his left cheek. But emotionally, he was broken.
Wiping away his tears he stood up, and five-year-old Junmyeon appeared in the room in his pajamas, with photo album stuck under his arm. He went up to his father and sat down on the bed, opening the album.
"Dad," he says, "you always say that when I look back at photos I see snippets of my memories. Is that really true?"
"Yeah," Seungmin replies.
Junmyeon opened the cover and they both saw (Y/N) in a wedding dress, beautifully made for an angel like her. Seeing her again made Seungmin cry again, but he held it all in for the sake of his son.
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Mom's a beauty," Junmyeon said with a sad smile. "Sad thing's she's not here with us anymore."
Seungmin looked away and wiped his tear before turning to his son with a bright smile.
"Son, Mom may not be here with us physically," he puts his hand over his chest where his heart lays, "but she's always in our hearts, and she's watching us from above." he pointed at the ceiling.
Junmyeon smiled and hugged his father. "I love you Dad."
He smiled and kissed the top of his head, "I love you too, son."
And as if he had predicted, (Y/N) smiled at the sight, before vanishing, turning to leave forever.
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Eh...the ending is so lame OMG I SUCK AT ENDINGS, (THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SAD CHAPTER) anyways, I hope you guys all have a good day :)
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