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Minho dropped to his knees with a loud heartbreaking sob leaving his lips, "Why did you have to?" He cried as he looked up at a portrait of his lover.
"I should have been there" salty tears dropped down his face as he felt a permanent hurt pierce his heart.
"Minho" Chan called out and lifted his hand to keep it on Minho's shoulder, the latter did not even look back, he could not. Chan closed his eyes before sitting down and wrapping his arms around the younger in a protective manner.
That was the last straw for Minho, he broke down in his arms and let out choked cries before grabbing onto Chan's arm.
"Please, don't blame yourself" Chan spoke, trying to comfort him, but Minho could not bring himself to believe those words, his heart ached so bad.
"Only if I had tried harder" Minho responded before his breathe was caught in his throat making Chan sit up and give him space to breathe.
"I couldn't love him enough" Minho confessed before he felt himself get dizzy, his vision blurring and his mind stop functioning, Chan's words came to him as mere mumbles, and before he even knew it, he was already passing out.
Two and a half hour had already passed when Minho woke up.
He was awakened by a strange smell suffocating him, making him open his eyes. He found himself in a bed with white plain bedsheets and only then the boy realised that it was a hospital and it was the fragrance of antiseptics around him.
His heart was aching as if someone had stabbed him, but Minho would happily get stabbed if it meant that he could bring his lover back to life, because it was near to impossible to imagine a life without him.
It was hard to breathe without him.
Minho tried to sit up but fell right back when a sharp pain shot up his spine. He wanted to cry again, but no more tears would come.
"I love you, Min" Jisung said as he caressed the said male's head lovingly, and pressed a kiss to his head before holding him close to his ownself.
Even Jisung's presence was enough to bring him peace.
Tears welled up in Minho's eyes again as he reminisced his memories which he had once shared with his lover. He could not stop thinking about him, he was all about him, he forever would be.
"Why'd you go away?" He asked in a quite mumble before curling in on himself, he felt lost, because the person who had helped him to survive in the world was gone, leaving him behind.
And then, suddenly, Minho felt a familiar warmth drown him. It was too familiar but he found himself unable to name it.
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The grass was uncomfortably cold, but Minho's lover wasn't by his side to wrap him up in his jacket anymore. He felt incomplete.
He couldn't bring himself to go home, all the memories were eating him alive, home didn't feel like home without his lover there, the boy needed him and that was why he found himself at Jisung's grave in the middle of the night.
