"W-what-------" The words are ripped from my tongue, stealing my breath in the process. I'm unable to move. Unable to construct a reasonable explanation for what I'm seeing, for why he's standing in front me in all his glory with a banged right arm. This must be a dream. A cruel, twisted, beautiful dream that will end much too soon and leave me crumpled on the floor, gasping for oxygen as the ache of longing slices through my body. Teahyung. He's here. I had given up on seeing him gain. I had told myself that I was stronger now, that I didn't need him to be happy, that I could move on, and that I could eventually stop wanting him, but as I look at him now, I know that I'm a damn liar because I was never okay, and I still do want him. ***