The day of the party.

"Fuck you, you damned sun, leave."

Damontry awoke to meet Smith's face.

She thought 'Is there no other face to start my morning with, where is Luhan!  Was it.. was I dreaming?'.

She was thinking that Smith would bring her to reality in his sharp voice.

"Where were you yesterday? And why are there signs of a quarrel on your face?!"

He said pointing to the bandage near her lips, extending her hands to feel her lips.

'So it was not a dream'.

Damontry smiled at Luhan's passing and his beautiful smile in her memory.

To cut her from her rosy dreams Smith screaming.

Damn...