Not only Donghyuck was cursed by the Guillotine, Taeyong equally was. He was put to death while pregnant by Doyoung's mother in the past, the scar on his neck itched, urging him to put an end to his suffering. He saw how much his son suffered, was all these worth it? To suffer hoping for a better world, to hope to wake up next to Doyoung smiling at him? Would that ever happen? Marks boyfriend had taken him away, he was in safe hands. For an abusing lover wouldn't protect you against another abuse.

"I'm sorry Baby." Taeyong whispered to the picture of Mark on his phone. Smiling back at him, with glisten on his eyes.

Taeyong peeked through his husband's room door, he was asleep. He saw his mother asleep in hers, the beautiful man had little to take, for he had always been thrown to the attic. Grabbing the few things he had he left the house for good........but then thought why would he need all these on his way back to God? He left his bag at the door, his wedding ring, his phone his small collection of memories and walked through the gates.

"Markie will be so mad at me." Taeyong pouted but he had taken this decision a long time back. This was the perfect time to leave for good. He knew his mother in law was bringing in a girl next week, she never liked him aways. Doyoung had brought him home pregnant with Mark and married. She had no choice but to take them in.

Mark called his mother like a coincidence, Taeyong had to come back just to answer the phone, he proceeded to leave though. Planning to be gone by day break. The dark haired boy frowned at the crack of night, he felt uneasy and upset for some reason. The week he spent away from his mother made him edgy.

"Mom are you alright?" Mark whispered softly.

"I will be soon. I'll see you soon darling." Taeyong smiled walking through the not so usually busy roads.

"Mom did they hurt you? I'm so sorry." Mark sniffled.

"I'm fine. Does that boy love you?" The beautiful male moved away from a vehicle just in time.

"Yes Mommy. He's kind to me, he loves me so many times a day, as if he's trying a he can to show me how much he loves and cherished me. He loves me so much. I love Haechan too. So much." Mark giggled happily looking back at the teddy bear like lump on the bed, sleeping with oversized shirts and sweatpants.

"Haechan?" Taeyong frowned, that boy won't make it. He's probably alive to save you. Noo........ The older gasped softly, of course he knew the past, not by going into the book but by eventually remembering after meeting Doyoung.

"Yes.........Isn't that name just precious? Mom why do I feel like you are walking away from me?" Marks tone changed.

"I love you Mark........" Taeyong said one last time as his frame froze and a truck loaded with tree trunks came towards him. He couldn't move he stood rooted there like a deer in head lights.

Marks heart froze, his phone fell crashing on the floor. Donghyuck and Renjun woke up at the noise, the brunette rushed to the older immediately. He shook Mark several times, but the olders mind kept chanting one thing over and over again.

Mom is dead.........

Doyoung jolted up in his sleep, why wasn't he dead? Didn't he die first in the book? No his mother had faked it, yet his ship had really crashed a day after. Something in him told him to check on Taeyong. He padded towards Taeyongs attic, he found him not. Going downstairs he saw the front door open, all off his wife's belongings left a stray. His heart started beating loud with fear, his ran outside looking for him.

Taeyong lay on the road, bloody, his neck bleeding. His eyes open into the void of darkness, people rushed around him, the truck driver insisted in taking him to the hospital. The mist raining over the dying soul, it was Donghyucks time soon.

"Mark look at me baby! Say something!" Donghyuck patted the olders cheeks, Mark dashed outside in just his shorts and t-shirt.

Both son and husband ran towards the man that was not sure of breathing anymore. Mark unaware of luring poor Donghyuck into the trap of the Guillotine, he did it once before by dying. Haechan died because if him, if only Mark had fought for him that day. They wouldn't be here fighting for love again. The boy wouldn't have been born with a curse. 

"Taeyong!!!" Doyoung fell on his knees, he shook the beauty in his arms, his heart wrenching at the sight.

"Mom!!!" Mark pushed Doyoung away from his precious mother. "It's all your fucking fault!!!!" The boy spat at his father.

The ambulance came by, Taeyong was taken on a stretcher. Mark forgot all about his beloved Donghyuck, Doyoung squeezed in as the vehicle zoomed passed the brunette. Those golden brown eyes turned darker by each second. He scratched his scar, it hurt like how the glass first cut through. He wanted to run forward but he had no strength.

"M-Mark........." Donghyuck staggered a  little as he flagged down a cab and followed the ambulance.

"My heart......." Mark whimpered, his arms squeezing his mother's cold bloody ones.

Taeyong was taken to the hospital, Doyoung ran after the stretcher. Mark stood at the balcony, ready to jump to his death if the doctor said his mother was dead. Donghyuck made it just in time for the older. They locked gazes and the brunette knew this was were they all died. He had to save Mark atleast.

"Mark..........Please don't anything stupid. I love you idiot." Donghyuck whispered with tears running down his cheeks. Oblivious of the glass window slowly slipping off the hinges above his head.