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t believe this was happening, not after all these years. He shook his head and grabbed the phone sitting on his nightstand. He dialed a number he knew by heart.

"Hello?"

Donghao sniffled, trying desperately not to cry, "Yoo Joonghyuk? Can you pick me up? Please."

"Of course, Donghao," Yoo Joonghyuk replied and hung up.

He put his jacket on quickly and went to check on his parents. Both were asleep. Good. He crept into the car and buckled his seatbelt. As Yoo Joonghyuk pulled out of the driveway he glanced over at Donghao. He was crying, but he was trying not to. He kept wiping his face.

"Everything okay?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked. Donghao shrugged. Yoo Joonghyuk sighed. He knew that he wouldn't be getting anything out of Donghao tonight. Not now anyway. Donghao turned his attention forward and looked out the window. His breathing hitched a little. Oh, right. The funeral. He hadn't gone. In fact, he hadn't even come close.

His parents were dead. He had no other friends. He had lost everything. He was all alone. He was alone for good.Chapter 2

As Yoo Joonghyuk pulled up to the cemetery he glanced at Donghao and frowned. He looked exhausted. He looked like he was barely holding on. He looked upset. But he still nodded, unbuckled his seat belt, and stepped out of the car. Yoo Joonghyuk followed him and shut the door before walking to where Donghao was standing.

"Ready?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked quietly. Donghao bit the inside of his cheek.

"Yeah," he answered quietly and nodded. Yoo Joonghyuk reached forward and put his hand on Donghao's shoulder and smiled at him.

"Let's go."

Donghao nodded and followed after Yoo Joonghyuk as they made their way to the gravesite. He looked at the gravestones and sighed. All of the names were familiar, but most weren't. He knew some by sight though. That was good. He didn't know which ones he remembered and which ones he didn't, so he hoped that those memories would come back.

They reached the grave site and Yoo Joonghyuk stopped. He looked down at the ground sadly and bowed. Donghao watched him and nodded slightly. After a few momentof silence, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He unlocked it and tapped it on to check the time. He grimaced. 9:30. He hadn't expected it to take so long. He checked his messages. Nothing. He texted her, hoping that she would reply soon. Nothing. He cursed softly and sighed heavily. He didn't know what else to do. His mind was blank. He stared at the words on his screen, and blinked slowly as he read them.

"You will always be a special memory in my life, Donghao. For the most part, I've been happy with you. But I'm sure you know that. I hope you can move on and be with someone who'll love you. I wish you the best, my boy."

Donghao swallowed thickly and lowered his head. He shut his eyes and clenched his jaw, biting back tears. He turned away from the grave and wrapped his arms around himself. He stayed there until he couldn't stand the quiet anymore. He forced himself to walk away from the grave and continued walking down the street. He tried to ignore the pain in his chest as he walked. It was harder than he thought it'd be. As he got further away from the grave, he found himself staring at the sun setting across the horizon.sHe could remember when he first saw the sunset there and how he had stared for hours before realizing that it was time to go home. How much he wanted to keep looking at the sky forever, but he knew that he had to go home. He had chores to do. He had homework to finish. And his father was waiting for him. He was supposed to bring him lunch and dinner. That's what he was going to do now.

But he couldn't bring himself to move any farther away from the grave. The last thing he wanted to do was turn away from this memory that he had created with her and the one that he would never see again. So he stood there, watching the sun slowly set until a familiar car approached. His gaze shot over to the driver and he raised his eyebrows as he noticed who it was.

"Yoo Jonghyuk?" He asked. Yoo Jonghyuk pulled up next to him.

"Good evening, Donghao." He said softly as he parked and got out of the car. Donghao watched him. He looked tired. Like he had just gotten home from work. Which was odd because Donghao usually picked him up when they went out. He frowned slightly. Yoo Jonghyuk took a step towards him, but paused and then looked down and back up at him.His shoulders sagged and he closed his eyes. He sighed heavily and shook his head, as if saying 'I don't have time.' Donghao furrowed his brows as he watched Yoo Jonghyuk open his eyes again and meet his gaze.

"Can you please come home with me today, Donghao?" Yoo Jonghyuk asked.

Donghao looked away from him and swallowed hard. He nodded. Yoo Jonghyuk walked towards him and took his wrist and started leading him towards his car. Donghao followed behind him. They both got into the car and Donghao stared at the floor as Yoo Jonghyuk drove. He couldn't help but feel like he did something really bad. He looked over at Yoo Jonghyuk. He wasn't looking at him either. He was staring straight ahead.

"Is everything alright?" Donghao asked quietly, breaking the silence. Yoo Jonghyuk turned his head and looked at him. He looked away and pursed his lips.

"We'll talk later, okay, Donghao?" Yoo Jonghyuk replied.

Donghao sighed and looked out of the window as Yoo Jonghyuk continued driving, ignoring the pain in his chest.

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