strangers

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“Miyeon don’t hug strangers. Get pack over here.” Minho demanded.

“I wouldn’t say, I’m a stranger.” I said looking up at Minho picking up Miyeon when I stood up.

“No, y - your d - dead.” Minho stuttered. Tears swelling in his eyes.

“Who is it?” Jisung asked walking out of the back room of the cafe.

“You know . . .  I was dead.” I replied to Minho. I noticed Miyeon had started to fall asleep on my shoulder.

“But you died . . . you were hit by a car . . . getting flowers for Felix.” Jisung stammered; tears falling from his eyes at the sight of me.

“No, your right.” I agreed, laying Miyeon down at a booth. “Now can I have a hug or . . .” I opened my arms. They both ran to hug me. It was nice to feel human warmth again.

“Wow, you're solid. I thought I was going to hug air.” Minho remarked shedding a few tears.

“You may have not but Miyeon has a lot.” I said, pulling away from the hug. I had to keep my cool. I wasn’t going to cry just yet.
We caught up for a while after that. They fed me cake that was delicious. I told them everything and they told me everything I had missed at least what I missed when I wasn’t with them.

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