The mind replays what the heart can't delete. Sometimes we can't let go of memories, because they are constant reminders of a great story with someone. Unfortunally it's the worst if the person you made so many memories with, becomes a memory.

"Sometimes I miss your voice, I miss you, your body, your smile, your kind heart. Can't you call me once again, once last time?" Chanyeol kneeled infront of the grave. "Huh, babe? I miss the voice that says Chanyeol so sweetly. . Chanyeol, Chanyeol. . Chanyeol. . " he cried saying his own name, laying on the grave.

"Chanyeol. ." A voice sounded out. Chanyeol slowly stood up, turning around. No one was there, imagination, hope.

"Chanyeol. . Chanyeol, I'm begging you, " a high pitched voice sounded out. "Please wake up, I can't take this anymore."

Chanyeol looked around, everything brightened. Every colour was getting pale until it turned into a soft, beautiful white, shutting his eyes because of the brightness.

Pain filled Chanyeol's body. With slow blinks he opened his eyes, the brightness never left his surroundings. Everything was blurry, his eyes hurt, he couldn't move.

He looked to his left, a small figure burring his head into Chanyeol's stomach, sobbing quietly. Chanyeol coughed loud, waking the figure up. After his coughing calmed Chanyeol looked at the figure again, he was so confused, what was going on?

The figure revealed its beauty. Chanyeol would recognize this sillouette from everywhere.

"B-" but he couldn't speak up, because a loud crying interrupted him.

Baekhyun, the one he thought was dead, his one and only love he cried after for years was now infront of him, crying the loudest way he could have.

"Mr. Byun, are you-" The doctor stood still for a second. "Mr. Park!!" He cheered. "Call the other nurse, he's awake!"

"Awake?" Chanyeol whispered, his throat felt dry. "What is-"

"Please, tell me how you are feeling Mr. Park" the doctor pleased.

"I don't know, I am confused? My body hurts."

The doctor nodded. "Mr. Byun, please leave for a while."

The love of his life he was craving for so long left the room. Chanyeol was indeed confused, everyone was acting weird.

"Mr. Park, you've been laying in coma for two years now. We were about to pull the plugs, Mr. Byun was begging us every day not to, he never lost hope and with that he showed us that we were wrong."

"Mr. Byun?"

"Your boyfriend, Mr. Park. He visited us every day, we sometimes needed to sent him home because he wanted to sleep here."

"I want to see him!" Chanyeol said.

"But your condition-"

"I want to see him, please." Chanyeol sounded like he was about to cry. The doctor nodded and walked out. Seconds passed and the most handsome man in his entire life had been entering the room. Chanyeol felt like crying.

"B-"

"Chanyeol!. . " Baekhyun ran towards his and threw himself on his boyfriend. "You're alive, I can't believe this"

"You're alive" Chanyeol said the same thing and inhaled Baekhyun's beautiful scent.

"What do you mean?" Baekhyun said and looked Chanyeol in the eyes. "Your eyes. . I waited two years for them to open again" he cried.

"Baekhyun, I thought. ." His voice cracked. "I thought you're dead. The attack on the café"

"No, Chanyeol. Nothing happened to me, but you. You idiot thought I was in the fire and ran in the café, then a second bomb exploded."

Chanyeol placed his hands on Baekhyun's cheeks and pressed his lips against the other's. Chanyeol cried, he couldn't stop himself from crying.

"This is real, right? Please tell me this is real I can't take dreams like this anymore, I-"

Baekhyun cut him off with a kiss. "It is, babe. We are one again."

"But why did I see you and your grave," Chanyeol's tears didn't stop streaming down. "I thought you were dead, I always saw our memories of the last five years."

"Memories? Five years?" Baekhyun asked.

It is true that the two years Chanyeol had been laying in coma felt like five years, the pain felt too long. "Yes, the ones we had with my parents, the office, everything."

"You heard me. ." Baekhyun whispered.

"What?" Chanyeol asked even more confused than before.

Baekhyun stood up, letting Chanyeol feel the emptiness above his body. He walked over to a table and grabbed a little book.

"What is this?"

"M-My diary. I wrote evey beautiful memory of ours in there, I read them to you every day, sometimes the same ones, my favorites. You heard them, you heard me."

"That's why your voice never left my head."

"I'm sorry if I let you suffer." Baekhyun apologized but Chanyeol shook his head.

"Thank you for this, other wise I would've gave up on my life. You kept me alive, our memories."

Baekhyun smiled.

"Baekhyun?"

"Hm?"

"Marry me, I know I'm two years too late I actually was about to ask you when we were in spain."

Baekhyun shook his head. "I can't say yes."

Chanyeol's eyes widened, sadness and a pain filled his heart. "Why?" He asked in a quiet voice. Baekhyun showed him his right hand. A ring was around the smaller's ring finger.

"Are you already-"

"Almost." Baekhyun said and smiled proudly.

"Why are you here then?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Baekhyun, you're engaged." His voice sounded broken.

Baekhyun laughed. "Yes, but to you. I found this weird condom box two years ago in your jeans and there was a ring in it. I thought it was for me, so I'm wearing it." Baekhyun explained. "It is for me, right?"

"I can't believe you," Chanyeol said with opened mouth. "You wore this ring even though I could have been dead?"

"I knew you would survive" Baekhyun smiled.

Chanyeol pulled him closer, placing a short sweet kiss on the other's lips. "Baekhyun?"

"Hm?"

"Let's create new beautiful memories."

Life becomes more meaningful when you realize the simple fact that you'll never get the same memory twice. The moment you know that you love someone of the bottom of you heart is, when you never want to stop creating beautiful memories with them.

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