After midnight, at the Parks' house.

A clear night, the full moon, bright behind the bedroom window.

Newlywed Hunter 'Mr. Park' - his wife's last name, Willow - hadn't had a sleepless night like this in too a long time.

Waking up from his dreams abruptly, with familiarly accelerated breathing, as if he were drowning in that familiar panic that he thought was gone. Sitting on the bed, looking around frantically. His wife next to him, silence in the room.

A trembling exhale left his lips. Lowering his head as his knees pulled up to his chest. Bringing his hands to his face, feeling agonizing.

Thinking about him, all those years ago.

Him, his first love. Him, his first safe place. Him, his first everything.

"When I'm gone. You'll look in the mirror, and you'll see me, saying 'I told you so', you know." Darnit, how come those words were still so fresh in him?

"Bastard." He whispered to himself. His shaky voice muffled by his own hands, preventing his own wife from hearing that he was awake.

Hunter frowned. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair to think about someone he himself had given up on. But after all, he always was right, wasn't he?..

...

He bit his lower lip, suddenly feeling in need of fresh air. Cautiously, leaving the bed. Going to the living room.

The phone looked... So tempting. And at the same time he felt like he was going to sink into a hole again.