Most of the times, fiction is either: bound to be born from reality; or spring into its true existing form. And sometimes, the person with the sweetest smiles and nicest gestures are the ones who are cold as ice within. Everything can be an illusion. Its how people see it, or decide how to see it. Foreword* Im overdosed with my XiuHan feels, I cant contain it or itll suffocate me, so I decided to spit some. Im sorry in advance if you wont be satisfied with this story.   Still, hope you enjoy it though.*Always been a silent reader and shipper, so this is my first gift for my self and to all other shippers out there.  I waited. I still am. I just don’t want you to see it, I don’t want those who believes to think that you’ll return one day, and I’ll accept you with arms wide open as if I’ve never been broken in the first place.