—The night was cloaked in a thick fog as Hongjoong stood on the deserted platform of the old train station. He pulled on his leather bag hanging off his shoulder as he tucked his jacket closer into his body, arms crossing right so. The air was cold, frost biting against his red, swollen cheeks as the wind aggressively tore at his locks of dark hair.

The light coming from the nearest light pole was poor. Shuddering, he lifted his wrist further into the air, trying to catch the faintest rays of light streaming down from above. Just about visible Hongjoong checked his watch—11:55 PM. The last train of the night was due any minute now.

He had missed his earlier connections, running late when he halfway down the stairway had remembered his key bundle still hung on the coat rack in his office. Having stood here on the platform entirely alone for an hour now hadn't helped with the unsettling mix of frustration and unease about not knowing whether he would even get home to his bed tonight or if he would have to wait until the earliest morning train came around in five hours.

Hongjoong sighed deeply, his warm breath turning the air white in a moment of misery. When something suddenly brushed up against his legs, his brain froze, and his body did nothing but cross his legs, thinking the cold wind was getting stronger. Don't look down. He swallowed drily.

There was a faint sound of screeching metal in the distance. The ground rattled under his feet, and a train whistle echoed through the mist, sending a subtle shiver down his spine. Hongjoong stepped closer to the edge of the platform, numb feet crossing the painted yellow safety line as he squinted into the darkness enveloping the railway tracks out of the platform. His throat narrowed the longer time he stared into the thick air and more condensed air blew him in the face. 

Time rolled out of his hands, his fingers clasping around the strap on his bag as he couldn't stop worrying about whether he actually had heard the train or if his tired mind was playing tricks on him. Throbbing in his throat, his heart felt like stuttering when lights like glowing eyes pierced through the fog.

Pushing closer, the train's front coursed through the platform at high speed, and Hongjoong barely remembered to step back from the edge before the massive wagons slammed into his shoulder. A scream of brakes scraping along with the metal tracks cut through his head painfully uncomfortable and Hongjoong clasped his hands to his ears instinctively. His eyes carefully followed the old decor of the old train, its red paint chipped and fading, much like the black nail polish on his nails, he had unconsciously been scratching at while waiting for the train to arrive. This was not the train that normally drove this route.

The doors slid open with a creak, and Hongjoong hesitated for a moment. It didn't look like much light was lit inside the carriages and he couldn't see anyone sitting inside. But the time matched perfectly with the online itinerary, so he supposed this would be the last train for today - and Hongjoong desperately needed to get home. He glanced another time around the platform before stepping inside. Only a second after being inside, the doors firmly shut behind him, and the train was already rolling again.

The interior was dimly lit, with worn seats and dusty windows that revealed nothing but the swirling fog outside. It set him off and he scratched his nail a little harder.

As he took a seat by the window, he cautiously glanced around. The carriage he had ended up in was almost empty, with only a few scattered passengers that he hadn't been able to see from outside. An old man with a weathered face sat at the far end, engrossed in a newspaper. A young woman with headphones leaned against the window, her eyes closed. Okay. Hongjoong sighed as he sunk further into his seat, calming his racing heart in his chest. He wasn't alone.

The train lurched forward, but the strange sensation shifting in the air still bothered him with uncanny intrusive thoughts. Hongjoong inhaled sharply before he pressed his lips tighter together and pulled out his phone to check for any notifications. But the screen was blank. No signal, no battery. Just darkness. He lifted his feet to his seat, folding his body to warm himself in the chilly air.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the train plunged into shadows. An eerie silence enveloped the carriage, broken only by the sound of the train rolling over the tracks. Hongjoong's heart raced as he glanced around again. The young woman was now staring at him, her eyes wide, unseeing.

"Hey," he called out, thinking that she had just recognised who he was. Or, whom he once was.

But she didn't respond. A chill ran through him and he desperately tried to ignore the prodding thoughts pounding from inside.

His sight wavered and the man looked up from his newspaper, his gaze piercing. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice low and gravelly.

"What do you mean?" Hongjoong asked nervously, a knot forming in his stomach. His pulse throbbed in his head.

"This train doesn't just take you home," the man replied and slammed his newspaper down on his table, "It takes you places you don't want to go," he hissed through a guttural cough.

Hongjoong frowned, trying to dismiss the man's words as he swallowed the sight of the man heavily leaning against the table, "What are you talking about?"

The train slowed, and the lights flickered again. The atmosphere grew thick with tension, the air more heavy and charged than before. Sticking to his skin like a cold sweat. Hongjoong felt a pull, a whisper in the back of his mind urging him to look out the window.

Once he saw the change, his blood ran cold like the fingers grasping around his neck. The landscape had changed. Where there had once been familiar scenery, now lay twisted, dark shapes and silhouettes reaching with grasping hands for the wagon. He couldn't see the ground anywhere.

"W-what is happening?" he whispered, panic rising in his chest.

"It's the train," the old man huffed, "It reveals what you fear most."

Suddenly, the young woman jerked upright, her eyes now filled with so much terror that Hongjoong feared her eyes were going to bristle. "Get off! You have to get off!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the entire train.

Before Hongjoong could react, the train lurched violently, throwing him against his seat. The lights went out completely, plunging them into pit darkness. And Hongjoong couldn't see the ground. He could hear the old man's urgent cry for help, "Don't let it take you!"

In the pitch black, Hongjoong fought to keep his composure. His hands trembled badly when he held them around himself. A presence, something was lurking just beyond the edge of his awareness. The air grew colder, and he sensed the fear radiating from the others around him.

Hongjoong's hand found the strap of his bag, bringing it up into his lap as his stuffed breath staggered with glutting anxiety. He couldn't think of what to do with himself. But he was desperate, and he wanted to escape.

Hongjoong groped for the door handle, heart pounding when he couldn't see anything but the momentarily flickering green light from a panel hidden in the corner of the carriage. As his fingers closed around it, the lights flickered back on, and he jumped right back when a man leaped right into the door and disappeared into thin air. Flinging himself around, Hongjoong saw the woman now staring blankly at the wall, and the old man had entirely vanished. Panic surged through him as he desperately turned around and yanked the sliding doors open, stumbling into the corridor.

The train was still moving, but it felt like it was losing control, lurching and swaying. Hongjoong pressed forward, thinking he had to reach the front where he knew he could find another sane human. With his hands in front of him, he supported his weight against each seat he passed, feet stumbling on the moving floor like an unseen force was trying to pull him back.

Hongjoong shook the feeling off, knowing that what he saw couldn't be the truth, passing through carriages without looking down.

When he reached the front of the train, Hongjoong didn't wait to jank the door open and enter. But as soon as his eyes landed on where the conductor sat, a shadowy figure shrouded in darkness, his brain short-circuited.

"You shouldn't have come here," the conductor said, voice like gravel, "Once you board, you can't leave until it's ready."

The speech was unsettling.

"What do you mean?" Hongjoong shouted, fear coursing through him. "I just want to go home!"

The conductor turned, revealing green eyes that glinted like shards of glass, and Hongjoong found himself out of breath.

"This train doesn't take you home, boy."

The train screeched to a halt, and the lights flickered ominously. Hongjoong hadn't even realised the door had been closed this whole time before it ripped open and slammed into the wall with such power the glass shattered all over the floor.

"It tells the truth."

The swirling mist flooded the room, whispers calling to him from the darkness beyond as he felt it fill him with his gasping breath. Piercing glowing green eyes stepped closer, the dark mass growing with the conductor's body.

Hongjoong tripped backwards his elbow crashing down into a table on his side before he landed on the floor with a yelp. His eyes fled the scene quicker than his body could react to the pain, limbs scrambling against the floor as he pushed himself backward. Horrors flashed before him, lunging out for him.

"Step into the light," the conductor urged, his voice echoing through the carriage. "Face what you fear!"

His heart pounded louder in his chest, a startle running up through his spine when he hit a wall and couldn't push himself further back.

"No!" he shouted, the world around him starting to twist and contort, revealing flashes of painful memories— moments of regret, lost opportunities, and unspoken fears. Tears burned in his eyes. "Leave me alone!"

Feeling an overwhelming force pull him forward, Hongjoong choked on his breath. His palms hit the floor as the train shook and he flung himself around and lifted to stand on his trembling legs again. The tide of memories flooded the carriage and he saw the fire growing in the conductor's room, a bright light bursting in the mist, illuminating everything and— Hongjoong felt the anxiety bristling inside of him, his breath stopping with coming out of him when he heard the voices.

Their screams when the ceiling collapsed on top of them.

I can't I can't I can't—

On unstable feet, he stumbled back, hands desperately scrabbling around to find the door handle and fleeing the mist swallowing around him.

Hongjoong's legs barely carried him through the train, his head running ahead of him as he passed through the darkness where he couldn't see the ground anymore. Raw fear leaped at him from behind, shrill screeches ringing in his ear. It wasn't real— nothing of this was real, it was his head playing tricks on him like once when the news had shown scenes of a locally burning building or when he passed by a group on the street calling out for another boy named 'Wooyoung'.

The fear was gripping at his heart until it hurt so much and his head spun around in circles until his body knocked into the windows on his left. They were all gone.

And it was all his fault.

The void echoed like a silent cry in his heart, tears sprinkling down his cheeks until water flooded his entire world. Please... please—

"Hongjoong!"

No, he screamed.

"Hongjoong-ah!" Wooyoung's voice was playful and bright. "You finally made it!"

Looking up, a warm light had suddenly grown within the carriage, well-known smiles seeing him when he finally noticed them. His heart halted in his throat.

"Wooyoung?" Hongjoong gasped, disbelief flooding through him, "Is this real?"

A silhouette had pulled himself up from his seat, reaching a hand out for him to take. Hongjoong's eyes skipped to the soft features looking down at him and his streak of tears started wetting again when he met those beautiful black eyes tearing up.

"Please don't cry," Seonghwa whispered when it was already too late to tell him.

Hesitantly, Hongjoong glanced down at his outreached hand again, wanting nothing else but to wrap his own around them in a tender hold. And hold it close. But he feared that he might fade away if he got too close.

"You can't be real— you aren't real." Hongjoong's voice was muffled into Seonghwa's chest when he was pulled into his embrace and it felt warm and alive and so so much real. Hongjoong's entire body trembled with the loud sobs he let out, tears drenching Seonghwa's shirt as he let his hands closer, fisting into the other's long coat.

"I'm right here, Hongjoong-ie, I won't go away," the other assured, his voice so soft and comforting like it always has been. Only his hand combing through the back of his hair felt so cold.

Hongjoong's heart twisted in his chest and he buried his nose deeper into Seonghwa. He smelled exactly as he remembered him. He smelled of home— his home. He curled further into the other when the stings made him wince in pain.

"Don't.. don't lie to me, Seonghwa, I know you're not real. I know you're all just made up in my head," he pointed out with his wobbling voice, but his own hands betrayed him by pulling himself impossibly closer to the other. Not wanting to let go ever again. The thought alone was unbearable.

Seonghwa's hands grabbed the hind of his neck and tipped Hongjoong's head back, looking into his glassy eyes overflooded with tears. Hongjoong blinked heavily when he leaned down and kissed his forehead. "We're here, Hongjoong," Seonghwa said gently, his hand massaging his neck lightly, "We're always with you, even if you can't see us."

"Hyung! We've been waiting for you!"

Seonghwa gently spun him around in his arms, letting him turn to see the others crammed into the six seats by the table. Jongho's smile was wide and inviting, "Come sit with us!"

Hongjoong's heart swelled with a mix of joy and sorrow. He hesitated, and felt for Seonghwa's arms around his shoulders again, waiting for him to somehow have disappeared again. But he hadn't.

The warmth in their eyes was what drew him in, and he moved to join them. Wooyoung leaned over, grabbed his chin, and forcefully kissed his cheek with a wet smooch. And Hongjoong let him, smiling painfully through it all before pulling at his sleeve to dry away some of the tears clinging to his cheeks.

"I miss you all so much," he confessed, the weight of his grief spilling out. "I thought I'd lost you forever."

San's dimples smiled at him, "You never really lost us. We've been keeping an eye on you this entire time."

A trembling sigh left Hongjoong's lips and he looked down again. Someone held his hand and it felt freezing cold. A new layer of tears brimmed in his eyes, and he lifted his other hand to cover his mouth before he would choke out a sob. The dead hand squeezed around his.

"Hyung, look at me," Yunho's voice was earnest, as he tried to soothe Hongjoong's aching chest, "We know you're struggling with our loss. But you need to let go of the pain."

Mingi nodded, his presence was solid and reassuring. "It's okay to grieve, but holding onto that grief doesn't honor us. We want you to find happiness again."

Cold fingers dapped his tears away for him and Hongjoong sniffed messily, the words only now slowly sinking in. "I can't, I just can't."

They were his reason in life. His reason to do what he loved the most. And now, grief was the only thing he could think of when trying to live life like he did before.

"You have to try," Wooyoung urged, turning his head around to gaze into his eyes, "You have to be strong for us, alright?"

Hongjoong bit his lip, "You don't understand, everything was my fault.."

The brown in Wooyoung's eyes didn't change as the silence tried to understand what Hongjoong was saying.

"Why does it hurt so much?" whispered Hongjoong, glancing away to find San seated in Yunho's lap across from him, a warm smile on his face.

"Because love is powerful," San replied softly. "And we loved you deeply. But you can carry that love with you, even in our absence."

Yeosang sitting quietly beside Jongho, spoke up, his voice calm with serenity exactly like how Hongjoong remembered their last conversation together before the disaster happened. "You have to let the memories comfort you rather than pain you. We want you to live fully, not just survive."

Survive.

Screams echoed in the back of his head, horrors there should be locked up forever were flooding back to his eyes.

It smelled of smoke coming from inside, a crackling heat licking at something inside. His knuckles collided with the door. "Seonghwa!! Are you in there? SAN, MINGI!!" His phone kept buzzing in his pocket while he turned and landed a harsh kick against the door. Repeating the movement again and again until his knee stung with the rough impact.

Fuck, why couldn't he remember the code to the door?

Reaching a desperate hand into his furious pocket, he pulled out his damned phone, seeing the missed calls from their managers. And a new one was going in as he searched around to dial an emergency number with trembling hands. He declined the incoming call before pressing the call button anew, breath short as he looked up at the panel with the numbers again. His thoughts whirled around as he tried thinking of every possible pattern of numbers he knew, pressing them into the panel with no pause to it.

"1 1 9, what's your emergency?"

The door clicked open and Hongjoong dropped the phone to the floor, adrenaline driving him towards the door handle and pushing it open. Smoke alarms blared in his ears, a black cloud burst into his face when he entered the dorm. Someone screamed for help.

"SEONGHWA!!"

Hongjoong coughed on his next inhale of air and his reflexes made him pull a piece of his shirt into his mouth. His eyes burning with tears already, he moved further into the flat. He needed to find them.

Flames licked around the corner of the wall, raging around the dining table, and pulling at the cupboards in the kitchen, and reaching for the ceiling— it was everywhere.

"Guys!" Hongjoong yelled again, eyes searching the littlest sign of life before he coughed gravelly again. Suddenly he caught the movement across the room, coming from a bedroom on the other side of the eating fire.

"Hongjoong-ah!! You need to get out now!"

Hongjoong's throat narrowed, "Where are the others? Please, I'll pull you out of there!!"

A shadow hit Seonghwa's side, his body slamming into the doorframe as he pulled at the other hanging against him. His face turned around and Hongjoong instantly knew what he would be answering. No— NO!

Tears down his cheeks gleamed in the warm hues of oranges, and he broke out into a coughing fit. "I won't leave them." Please please please. Hongjoong couldn't let him do this.

Suddenly there was a loud crack coming from above, the flames moving towards the room they were trapped in. Hongjoong stumbled a step back, fear gripping his heart, tearing at his wrenching soul. Flames were eating at the wall, leaving sooting residues behind, still smoldering.

I'm so sorry Hongjoong-ah.

As the fire grew, Seonghwa swaddled the limp body in his arms and backed up into the room. A step later, Hongjoong watched the other fall. The sound of the immense fracture rang through the entire building when the bedroom's ceiling collapsed on top of them. Hongjoong screamed. In fear, in pain, in fright in terror with dread and horror— weeping at the raw sight in front of him when the crackling fire burned out the last of their screams.

The flames wandered across the room and he kicked off the floor, brain ruined forever. His eyes ran across the dorm and quickly he noticed how another piece of the ceiling was blocking the door. Hongjoong swung himself around and rushed to the window in the living room. Barely able to coordinate his own limbs, he finally unlocked it, pushing it open to the disastrous song of sirens outside. His skin felt like melting when he fought his way to the height and looked at the several stories down. He wouldn't survive this either way.

Then he let his feet slip, floating through the smoking air until he crashed against the ground. For a moment he believed he had died, until voices surrounded him. How could one be so unfortunate.

"NO! THEY'RE STILL IN THERE! THEY'RE STILL—" he choked on his own spit when paramedics started moving him around, "Inside.. you have to get them out!!" No one listened to him and he broke down and noisily cried, his chest hurting so much every time he needed to gasp for air. "My members.. they're still in there.."

Let go, Hongjoong. Let go..

Tears streamed down his face as he embraced the pain, allowing it all to wash over him. Memories of their smiles, laughter, and happiness twisted into haunting shadowy figures circling him in his seat. A prickly feeling drilled through his hand and Hongjoong gasped in surprise, looking up to see Seonghwa smiling wickedly down at him. Except, this was not the Seonghwa he knew. 

"Hongjoong.." came a distant voice, but it was distorted, filled with static. His heart raced as he glanced around at the others to find whoever was speaking. "Hongjoong!" the same voice urged again and he stared right into Seonghwa's green-glowing eyes. His lips hadn't moved the slightest from his crammed smile. Red dripped out of his eyes, and Hongjoong tried pushing himself further away from the scene.

"Pl-please stop. I don't like this."

His hand spasmed when a sudden throb went through his hand, a sound of striking pain escaping his mouth while he grabbed his wrist with his other hand, sight looking down to see how Yunho's slender finger had speared through the bubbling back of his own hand. "You thought you could escape us?" he hissed, his voice a cacophony of anger and sorrow. Blood flooded all over the table and Hongjoong cried out when Yunho's finger in his hand tugged him closer, pulling at the revealed tendons like playing on strings, "You will always carry us with you, whether you want to or not!"  

His lively brightness had changed, features so shallow that he nearly was not there anymore. Yet the sooted digit squelched through the tendons of his bloodied hand with ease, sucking into the bubbling bloody chunks of tissue. "No! no!" he screamed.

Raw bones caught his head and made him look around, nausea hitting the instant he watched how the body beside him had burned flesh crumpled off for every movement he made.

"Look at me, hyung," Wooyoung's voice resonated, eyes droopy. The lips there had kissed him before were cracked open as clumps of cooked meat and red strings hung down over his chin, "You left us to die like this. You wanted us to leave the world in the possibly most painful way as you only saved yourself? Do you realise how painful it was to feel how flames cooked my entrails from the inside as my skin bubbled with blisters and split open? I was awake the entire time!!" he growled. Hongjoong tasted bile on his tongue as his stomach rumbled unpleasantly.

"I—I didn't mean to—"

A shadow loomed above him, ghostly hands grabbing around his throat and squeezing with everything they could. Hongjoong widened his eyes as Yeosang's body pushed him out of his seat and knocked him to the floor. Pain shot through his head and down his spine.

"I couldn't breathe— I couldn't fucking breathe!" Yeosang's hands tightened their hold, making Hongjoong's eyes bore into his as his limbs flared around in constricted pain. "I died suffocated on all the smoke!"

Suddenly the pressure disappeared, Yeosang vanishing into thin air like he never had been there and Hongjoong rolled over and coughed coarsely, his unhurt hand flying to the ghostly marks around his throat. The smell of smoke caught in his nose and he coughed harder.

Waves of eerie laughter rattled in the train's walls. Frightened, Hongjoong forced himself up from the floor, eyes going around when he found the seats by the table were empty. But he heard the footstep from behind and instantly his shoulders stiffened.

The lights flickered unevenly, "You ruined our lives..put an end to our careers. We had so much left to give and you didn't let us!" San's voice screeched in his ear. "We trusted you, but you failed as our leader!"

Something dropped on his shoulder and Hongjoong couldn't turn his head and see what it was when the slick blob sounded again. He choked up, lips wobbling when he felt the weight slide down his shoulder and dangle in the air, hitting his back again with an uncanny sensation.

"You promised us..." the other cried silently which had Hongjoong's heart break a little more. He hated when tears were involved.

He drew in a shaky breath. "San-ah, please, I'm so sorry," he pleaded and naturally let his eyes wander around until the tears didn't make sense anymore. A bloody eyeball rested on his shoulder, looking up at him with emotions that should not be real. Hongjoong jerked forward, violently pushing himself away from San's hollow eyesockets staring back at him, blood dripping down his cheeks and soaking the tendons and nerve fibers dangling around with his charred eyes still attached to them. Sirens blasted through the train so powerful that windows burst open around him.

Screams violently pushed out of him, the icky sensation still clinging to his body even as he fled the carriage and passed through another one, the trail of blood following his every step. He slammed right into a sturdy body, swaying on his feet before hands caught his wrists. Hongjoong whimpered in fear when Jongho leaned closer, his presence burning cold, "My parents couldn't even bury me because there was nothing left of me!"

"Let go of me!" Hongjoong screamed while wiggling his body to throw the other off him. Pitying voices chortled through his head, making him shut his eyes with a firm shake on his head. Tears flew around him. He didn't mean to!

The shadows began to converge, their glowing eyes dotting the inside of his eyelids through the dark. Crooked fingers reached out for his intertwined grief and regret. "Help!" he cried, desperately searching for another way out of the cracking and warping world around him. The shadowy figures surrounded him, their hands grasping, pulling him toward the depths of despair. Suddenly a crackling fire rushed through the carriage, creeping closer until it took off, hitting against him like a rowdy wind. Hongjoong felt how it licked his skin.

"Join us, Hongjoong!" he couldn't see anything but skin melting off gory muscles pressed to his sight. Mingi's glowing eyes were like one of the shards missing from his soul, "You can never leave. You will always belong to us!"

Panic surged through him when the ground gave away under him and he was falling from the several stories down once again...

A darkness surrounded him, a cold stinging wind ruffled through his hair and clothes. Then he realised how something hard was painfully digging him in his back and the hind of his head. His mouth was taped with duct tape and his brows lifted worried. When Hongjoong wanted to reach the tape with his hand he quickly realised his arms had been restricted, a piece of rope binding his hands together on his back. 

Groaning into the piece of tape, he mumbled a muffled curse shortly before he was stunned by the unknown reason why he lay like this. He wondered what this place was as his eyes slowly got used to the darkness. Barely any light touched the air, but the cold wind tickled dewily against his skin. 

Hongjoong didn't know what had happened— one moment he had stood waiting for his train to come, the next—

He tried wiggling his arms before pushing off the ground with his feet to at least turn around and pull himself to his feet. Except his hands were bound to whatever metal-like-feeling thing he was lying across. His blood ran cold. Eyes flickered around in the darkness, his head turning momentarily as his hearing spiked.

Someone had brought him here, and he supposed it was not just a funny prank. Was anyone here at all?

Hongjoong tucked at the ropes again, but halting the moment the awkward movement caused him a strain up through his arm and shoulder. He whimpered and immediately started attempting to wiggle his wrists out of the sting, even if his fingers started becoming numb because of the low temperature already.

What the fuck.

His attempts were slowly growing sloppier as the work drained his sore muscles quickly. He took a break when he realised the rope was simply bound too tight for his hands to fit through. Hongjoong was trembling.

There was a faint sound of screeching metal in the distance. The ground rattled under the weight of his body, and a train whistle pierced through the darkness, sending a fierce shiver down his spine. A furious light appeared a few seconds later and that was when he came to know what was poking him in the back. With widened eyes, Hongjoong trashed against the rope binding him to the railway tracks. But the train was coming closer at no time.

His shoulders rotated against the ground, hitting the metal with a force he couldn't care about when his hands still wouldn't go loose. He wanted to cry. 

The rope burned into his skin when he was already rubbing his hands back and forth again, wishing that his hands would tear off his wrists and let him roll off the railway. Hongjoong let out a muffled howl in abraded desperation. The rope only tightened the more he pulled at it.

Headlights flashed a couple of times before the rumbles of steel directed at him. He screamed his lungs out into the duct tape until he couldn't breathe anymore, his heart fighting against the fear racing in his crammed chest. Trashing legs were writhing around in all possible directions, his head knocking into the wet ground. Tears smeared all over, screams being the only thing he heard as lights flashed in his head and temporarily blinded all of his vision. The scream of metal bleed through his ears when he let his corpse fall limply against the metal tracks, turning his head around to see the train with all of his worst fears being a blink away from plowing through his body.

And he realised, there had never been an escape.—

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Woah, unnerving? I must confess and say that I cried more than once while writing this..💔

I hope ya'll enjoyed the thrill of this ride! (Or cried a little with me:') )