Baekhyun's Pov...........

The night seemed serene and cold, Yet my heart had a certain spot that felt empty. I stood at the hospital gardens and saw many a people walk in an out. Some old, some young and some injured. Many people reminded me of things. All my surroundings reminded me of him. A certain handsome boy. His smile, his eyes, his gentle touches, his kisses that still seemed to linger on my lips, His possessive aura, his love makings. Everything was a movie that kept replaying on my mind. I couldn't move on, All I could ever think of was him. I stared at the sterling ring that wrapped tightly around my left ring finger. The diamond reminding me of him once again. My husband, My most priced possession and my everything. A tear rolled down my pale cheeks that used to be chubby and full of life. Not forgetting the shade of pink that dusted itself every time I saw him. And there I started crying again, my heart bleeding as I fell to the ground covering my face as I wailed a soundless sorrow. I missed him. So much that it killed me.

"Hush Baek...." Kai's arms wrapped my shoulders and I cried into my best friends shoulder.

"It hurts so much Jongin." I choked and hiccuped. He gave no answer, only a kiss on my hair and a rub on my back that every thing was going to be okay. He had always been there, When I collapsed and broke down. My trusted childhood best friend. Who married my high school best friend. Kyungsoo, Who now was a nurse.

Countless times he had carried me home, Or to my cabin in the hospital when I blacked out. Every time the others said Move on Baek he always smiled and shook his head. He respected my decisions.

A pair of tiny arms wrapped around my waist and a face pressed against my back.

"Mommy, I'm sleepy." The soft velvety voice made me pull away and look at those eyes. Our daughter. So much like him.

"Sorr...Sorry baby..Lets go home." I stuttered and Kai helped me up.

"Promise me you will be alright?" Kai questioned and I nodded.

The road back home, reminded me of times he took me on dates, his laughter filled my car and his chaste kissing sounds haunted my mind.

Home was when I would wait for him to come after work. Hug me and carry me around. Tickled our little girl, tell stories of legends and folklore. But now we went to a house with his memories.

I carried a sleeping Chaelah to her room and tucked her to bed as I kissed her goodnight and left to an empty room that once had his smell lurking around. It was fading and I was afraid it would entirely vanish someday.

I showered and changed as I went to the West Wing of our house. It had not been used for the last seven years. Only I enter it time to time but no one else has ever.

It was where his study was, his music studio and Chaelah's play room. She is seven but still my baby girl. Though she manages bring a smile onto my face, His memories would make me cry.

I ran my slender fingers on the designs of the timber room door. The room he spent all his leisure time in. My heart had been empty yet very heavy ever since that day. I wanted him back, his possessive stare, I wanted to burn under his intense and possessive stare. Moan as he felt me through, I wanted his warm huge bear hugs. His stupid reactions. I just wanted my idiot of a husband back.

"I miss you honey."  I started crying again, sliding down the door my butt hitting the cold floor.

No response would ever come. I should have let him know how much I loved him. But I was stubborn and never confessed. I hated my self for that.

"Ahhhh let go of me." I had screamed when he dashed me on my locker and crashed his soft plump lips on mine. Shamlessly stealing my first kiss.

"You are mine. You will be my boyfriend starting now?" He shouted and I shuddered at the impact of his voice.

"DREAM ON I WOULD NEVER." I shouted back but he folded my arm from behind hurting me.

"You. Will. Be. Mine. My. Boyfriend. CLEAR? Or I shall break this weak hand of yours." He glared and I cried nodding as he kissed me again. Roughly and possessively.

"Mommy!!!....." Chaelah screamed from her room and snapped me out of my thoughts. I sighed she remembered him again. I walked to my daughters room and plopped next to her. Saying soothing words so she'd fall asleep. My history of silence tears often fell at the darkness of night when every soul was sound asleep.

As my eyes fell heavy and it fluttered closed, the constant nightmares came invading my mind and dreams. It had been years since I fell soundly and peacefully asleep.

"Baekkie baby, I missed you." He had come and hugged me at school and I had pushed him away.

"Get lost...And stop stalking me." I gritted my teeth at him and hissed.

But my heart melted when he pouted and his lips started quivering.

"Hey, I'm sorry...." I said as I watched his face brightened up and he hugged me again. Engulfing me into the warmest hug I had ever known.

But the memory collided with another and silvery memories flashed as I saw myself crying, And wailing for him. The pictures of blood and cotton, the images of white walls, someone pulling me away from him. Wrenching me away from my husbands arms as they dragged me far away from him.

"Baekhyun. He's no more. Please stop it." My mother scolded me but I cried louder. No he wasn't. Please.

"CHANYEOL." I shouted awake as I reached out to the giant I had begun to love with all my heart and soul, with every fiber in my body. But found nothing to hold on to.