Park Chanyeol attended the funeral, the wake of his one and only best friend in the world. The thought made his heart weak, knees losing their strength and hands uncapable of balling into fists. As much as his existence screamed to live, all of his fiber in every inch of his body bellowed weak. His presence at that time of the day clearly made everything more dim, cloudy, and sorrowful. Everyone knew of what they have, of what they have gone through. Just a clean 13 years ago theyd be stealing candies from momma Park's candy jar and a few weeks ago, theyd stole a much bigger thing. But they did not regret that at all. Park Chanyeol and Byun Baekhyun confrontations about stealing each others hearts was nothing short of overflowing fulfillment and joy. But the time they spent together kissing, making out while they bathe, or making love every night was awfully shortlived that Chanyeol badly wished they had been more stupid earlier. The moment he steps in for the first time at the wake, tears ran down his face when a crestfallen expression greeted him. The woman he loved so dearly next to Byun Baekhyun and his family. Mrs. Byun So Hyun, the mother of his partner, of his lover, of his childhood bestfriend. He was unable to keep up with his sanity, losing all hold he has on his emotions and approaching the woman, who had her arms stretched widely and ready to welcome him in her arms. Tear stricken faces was never forgotten that day, nor did the traces disappeared. "Im so sorry mum." Chanyeol said through his sobs, enveloping the woman in a tighter hug and feeling the tears of her "mum" stain and soak his shirt. "It was never your fault dear, its an accident. No one ever wanted this to happen." She says soothingly in return, her voice steady as if she was not crying her hearts out. Pulling away, she cups Chanyeols face in her frail hands, the striking resemblance of Baekhyuns fingers awfully evident and something about it made Chanyeols heart tug. They stared, eye to eye and Mrs Byun smiled at him, although solemnly there is still a trace of happiness, only clouded temporarily by the spur of emotions. "My child, thank you for being strong. But please don't cry." She says and for the first time that day, she lets a sob stray on her voice, frown etching her features and tears spilling harder than ever. "Baekhyun would never want to see us like this. Especially you, Yeol-ah." But who could they fool that day? The more they said it, the more they could not convince themselves not to let the tears flow. As if telling them that they had already come in terms about it so fast. That their ray of sunshine had disappeared between the raging storms. That Baekhyun would never return.