Falling Stars for Daisy's Tears

Hi Minho hyung!

It's been awhile.

How long has it been? A year?

That was a hard time, for sure. The moment I knew you're not here anymore.

Facing a farewell will never be an easy task. No matter how much you've been preparing for it, you'll never be able to face it briefly. Tears will be rolling down your cheeks, sobs will burn your throat, your lips will tremble hard as your mind starts to play those memories you've spent together, scene by scene.

Our dining table is missing a chair, my laugh is missing a pair, and I?

I'm missing a shoulder to lean on.

For a second my head is still resting on your shoulder, but then in a glimpse of eyes...

You're already gone...

A month after you're gone, I was a mess.

Time flies so fast without Jisung realizing. Now the same exact days keep repeating, spending his morning with walking to his officeㅡthe same street, same blinding traffic light with the cars honking at each other, and clomping sound of everyone's step on the sidewalk. He will arrive at his office around 8, and start to work with numbers and statistics. The soft clatter of those fingers dancing skillfully across the plastic keys, the sound of fluttering papers frictioning with each other, whispering voice talking, it's all the same. The only thing that's different is just him. Everything feels odd, despite the fact that they're exactly just the same from before.

It's just him.

"We're not going to ask him to have lunch with us?"

Jisung looked from the corner of his eyes, it was Changbinㅡa new guy in his office who just came 2 weeks ago, his desk is right beside Jisung's desk. He was whispering, but it's loud enough for Jisung to hear and realize that they were talking about him.

"I asked him to go have lunch together last week, but he always said he's not hungry. Don't worry, just let him be," the other guy answered.

Changbin nodded a little, glancing slightly to Jisung's seat for a few seconds before he followed the others to have lunch.

Jisung sighed, leaning his tired back to his seat as his eyes closed softly.

Right.

I also don't know.

Why I'm not hungry.

Why I don't feel like talking with others.

Or why I don't have any will to do anything.

It feels heavy to just simply breathe.

He dragged his chair away, standing up and walking to the cafeteria to brew some coffee. That was the second coffee he had that day. He sipped his coffee slowly, trying to swallow some warmth from it, but there's none. The coffee was hot, but it feels... cold. It's been a while since the last time he had a nice warm coffeeㅡusually Minho would brew it for him but now, he's not here anymore.

Spending those days without you felt so odd.

It hurts, and just- heavy.

I'm sure I'm missing some memories, now that I tried to recall them, I realized there are some empty spaces where I just can't remember what happened at that time.