“I don’t think we were supposed to meet.” You tremble. “I think we just made the biggest mistake we could’ve made in our lives.”
“This is what you say to me after we finally get to see each other face to face?” His lips form into a frown.
"Yanan, I’m being serious. I think there was a reason we were separated and left memoryless.” You mumble backing away from him as his hand reached out to touch you.
He seems broken, almost torn apart inside judging by the look on his face when he notices you step back. “Why?”
“I saw something, something I don’t think I was supposed to see, but I did and now I can’t get it out of my head.” You felt your hands shaking at the very thought of the images you saw in your head, they ripple through your mind right as your eyes meet his again.
“What?” He urges you to continue.
You swallow, your shaky hands joining together. “I saw,” You pause. “I saw everyone dead, you, me, Hyunggu, Hwitaek, everyone. Not a soul is left,” You pause again glancing at his hands. “Not a soul is left once your skin brushes mine.”
His hands, the very hands you were staring at now raise into the air as he stares at them. “Why us?”
“I don’t know.” You lower your head to see that your palms have started to bleed from where your fingernails were digging into your skin. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to hug him, to know that he is alive just as well as you were. But you don’t think you're supposed to.
What are Hours you may ask?
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