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Lost days, pictures fade.
a second chance 8
Monday, December 7, 2009

I went home as per normal, ate with my family as per normal, did everything like what I would do on a normal day. No one asked me how my day was, no one asked me if everything was alright. As per normal. "Sungjin, get off my bed and get out of my room."
"Why?" He stuck his tongue out at me. "Before I do tickle you."
"Fine..!" He stomped his foot as he left my room. Having a naughty younger brother does not help to relieve stress. It adds on to it. I lay down on my bed, thinking about today's events.

"What does you parents work as?" I asked, he seemed pretty well off, so I deduced that his father must have a high position. "Hmm, he is a business man, hardly spends time with me, when he is free, he spends it with my mum. So we're kind of awkward."
"Oh.."
"What about yours?"
"My dad is also a business man, and my mum is a lawyer."
"I see.."

'Looks like we're on the same boat' I thought. Since I had the time and I wasn't that tired, I decided to do some maths sums before sleeping. I got up and walked over to my neatly arranged table. I sat on the chair and took out an assessment book, mechanic pencil and eraser. I flipped open the book to the page where I left off, 'Ah, question seven.'
I started to working on the sum, writing down the formulas. After writing finish the first formula and about to finish writing the second one, my mechanic lead broke. 'Strange.' I thought. I press the top and wrote again, the lead broke again. I bit my lower lip as the process went on, causing different shades of gray to be seen.
After doing finish that page, I wanted to double check my answers, but I got quite a shock. My handwriting was messy, it was very messy. I looked at my handwriting in my previous pages, they were so neat!
I shut the book. 'You're just tired Sungmin, yeah, you're just tired.' I convinced myself. I switched off my lights and went to sleep.
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(Kyuhyun's P.O.V)

"Sungmin..." I held his hands. "Why.. You said you wouldn't leave me.." I cried as I looked at his pale face. "Sorry.." He managed, trying to smile at me. But he closed his eyes and his hand fell from my grip. "Beeeeeeeep."

"WOAH!" I shouted, my eyes opened straight away. What kind of a dream was that?! I wiped my forehead and felt sweat. Ew, fancy sweating in an air-conditioned room. I looked at my alarm clock, a bright red 2:37am was displayed. I sighed as I went back to sleep, only to get that same nightmare.

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