The way which the wind blows

Chapter 1
Luhan's POV
It all happened so quickly. The jokes and laughs, the ringing of his phone, the drop of his face, the phone thrown across the room, and him slumping on the bed.

We all sit in silence, not knowing what to say. I want to say something, but it might make the situation worse. I glance at Chanyeol who is standing at the foot of the bed, the gleam in his non prescription glasses prevents me from seeing his eyes. I glance at Tao who is sitting on the bed next to me, he's looking at his fingers in his lap. I swallow and hesitantly look at Sehun. He's lying next to me with his left arm draped over his eyes and his breathing is uneasy. I look across the room. A dint in the wall and Sehun's Iphone lay on the floor. "Can you guys leave?" I hear Sehun say. My head snaps back to him. "I need to be alone." As he speaks, tears stream down his cheeks. I nod, knowing that he can't see me and tap Tao on the shoulder. "Let's go." I whisper. Tao gets off the bed and I follow. The three of us walk towards the door of Sehun's bedroom. "We'll call you later...." Suggests Chanyeol, but Sehun lifts his right hand as if to say 'No need to call me'. His hand flops back to his side and I close the door. Once outside, Tao, Chanyeol and I walk back to my house without another word.

Sehun's POV
Why did it have to be them? I wipe my tears and get up. Out of all the 100 people on the damn plane, why did they have to die? I thud down the stairs. Why did they buy a double storey house? Why did they only give birth to one child? WHY DID THEY LEAVE? I swing my fist into the wall, it didn't leave a mark. I vent my anger by crunching my fists into the same spot. I guess this is somewhat relaxing. I told them going to an interstate wedding was a waste of time. I stretch my red fingers and swollen knuckles. I walk over to my mum's piano and caress a framed photograph that sat on the piano. I hover my fingers over my mum's and dad's face and the tears begin to find it's way to the surface. Then my fingers hover over my face, I remove my fingers and look at the whole picture. A photo of my parents and I when I finished grade 6. Even though it was 5 years ago, the memories are still fresh in my mind. The tears race down my cheeks.

I take my favourite photographs of my parents and find a place for them in my room. Fun memories shared with me are displayed on my bedside table. Other moments with me in them I place around my room. The photos without me I display in my parents room, not really display, it's not like anybody is going to see it...besides me. I sigh as I look at the photos one last time before I lie in bed and fall asleep.

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