Baekhyun could finally feel the warm breeze against his skin again. He was so happy.

Just like before, he sat on a picnic blanket as he painted.

He painted the softly rolling clouds amongst a sea of blue. He painted the jade of the leaves. He painted the rough bark of gnarled trees. He painted the blades of grass.

It was all so calming. Exactly what he needed.

It was the best kind of therapy.

It was self-healing.

It was also self-hurting.

He loved painting, but with painting came the memories he could never forget.

Painting was both his salvation . . . and his undoing.

With a tear rolling down his cheek, Baekhyun quietly whispered, "Can I paint you again?"

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Author's Notes

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