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when yifan was hit by that car, all he saw was a glimpse of its driver; young, pale-faced and shocked. he closed his eyes, in hope to reduce the pain and to ward off the stinging metallic scent of his own blood. he didn't think he wouldn't be able to see again.

--

yifan still dreams. he dreams in colors. he dreams of his mother, the vague depiction of his childhood, his friends, strangers, and sometimes he dreams of the accident. the scenes are always the same, replayed over and over again, almost every night. he could see the lower half of the young man's face that hit him. he could see the fleeting images of that person's trembling lips, his shaking hands, and then his tears. after that, yifan would wake up with a jolt to his spine, clad in sweat; as if his brain refuses to remember the trauma. when that happens, yifan would sob quietly on his bed, suddenly realizing that it is all darkness around him, around his entire life and existence.

--

yifan's new light comes in the form of luhan.

"i'm a family friend", luhan says, too cheerful to yifan's liking.

"why are you here?" yifan asks. "please go. i don't need your--"

"i can help you see again", luhan whispers. yifan realizes that luhan has somehow walked across the living room of his apartment to kneel in front of him, taking his hands. yifan turns his head to the direction of luhan's voice, blinking in confusion. silence stretches itself between them and yifan wonders where could luhan possibly go.

it's a moment later when he feels a hot breath fanning his neck. yifan stiffens in his chair when his ears catch the sound of air. a breathing. luhan must be impossibly close to him now.

"you can feel my presence", luhan states. "you can hear me. you can see me."

yifan's face feels warm.