

"Myungsoo, relax. Just enjoy the little things."Myungsoo’s eyes opened slowly, the lucid memory brought a genuine smile to his face. The sight of the large old oak tree came before him as his vision quickly focused, the tree where they’d first met, one of the many beautiful memories he had left. With ease Myungsoo lifted his Canon, focusing on the spot they used to sit together, snapping the photo. Looking at the thumbnail photo, his mind played tricks on him, the image of them both sitting at the base of the tree fused into the photo before fading just as quick as it came. He slightly shook his head with a deep sigh before letting the camera fall to his chest, a dull pain throbbing against his right wrist. “You’ve been gone for so long, why is your memory still so fresh?” He murmured softly before strolling through the rest of the park.
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