Children hold the heart of Oh Sehun, yet he waits for the woman who holds his, to return. I can hold someone elses handsBut I remember the bumps of your veinsIm alive without a beating heartYou cant bring me back to lifeNot with your absence haunting me- an excerpt written by a man who fell in love with someone who was never there ForewordA/N- I started writing this story a long time ago like last year but never got around to finishing it. The excerpt is a part of a poem that I recently wrote. I apologize for the vague description. This will be fem!lu xxselubrication