Sorrowful Love ( Luhan-Fanfiction )

Chapter 7

Luhan's P.O.V.

I tossed my bag on the floor lazily. Plopped myself on my bed and fished my handphone out. I couldn't help but browse through our photos.

The time when we went to the zoo together.

The time when we celebrated my birthday together.

The time when we played with water balloons and got ourselves all wet.

The time when we tried to bake a cake together... but accidentally burnt the cake.

The time when we spent winter together.

Uncontrollably, tears started to fall. I locked my phone screen and hid myself under my blanket. Out of the blue, Eun Young flashed in my mind. I pulled my blanket away and gazed at the ceiling. **They're so similar... in a way...** I thought, trying to process the similarity between Eun Young and (Y/N). **She can't be her...** I hopelessly sighed, covering my face with my pillow, falling into a deep sleep myself.

-The Next Day-

I was walking to school when I saw Eun Young by the road, cuddling some cats. I decided to go up and greet her but when she stood up, I had a feeling I needed to stop and run away. I quickly ducked behind a pillar and after a while, I slowly got out. Surprisingly, Eun Young was still there. She seems flustered and was searching for something. Thinking that now is a right chance to get near her, I walked forward and asked, "Need help?" She jumped a bit and looked up. "L-Lu-Luhan?" She uttered, as if she saw ghost. "What's wrong? Did you lose something?" I squatted down to meet her eye level. She immediately stood up and dusted her skirt. "Uh... No... That's nothing important... I'll just go now..." She said before turning and walked away in a fast pace. I furrowed my eyebrow in confusion and scratched the nape of my neck, feeling a little awkward. I was left blur. When I was about to continie my way to school, something flew to my feet. I bent down and picked up. "What's this?" I mumbled, dusting the dirt off. And as if Eun Young has super sonic ears. She jolted and turned around. Shocked to see what's in my hand, she dashed to me and snatched it away. Sadly, I managed to glance a little.

It was a photo.

A photo of herself.

Her... old self.

What made me froze wasn't because it was the photo of her old self.

It was because...

I can see it clearly...

It was a photo of (Y/N) and me.

|| TBC ||