HIS HEAVEN

43. HEART BROKEN

| TAEHYUNG'S POV |

TIME SKIPS TO THREE MONTHS

Life without her

How it feels like when the only person who we thought that can spend our lifetime with them died? And left you all alone? We totally heartbroken right? That's how I'm feeling right now. Without her by my side is killing me very brutally. I just want to die here at this moment but one thing is stopping me. That one thing reminds me to stay alive.

For her

To avenge her death

Yeah I need to avenge her death. I swear to god the moment I caught that fucker the next moment I will show him the real hell and the real Mafia king "V"

The real nature of him who hides them to this world.

I literally hides my original nature. I refused to show them to this world.

In my past I'm really a cruel person not only cruel, ruthless merciless heartless why not everything. That's how I used to live. My dad raised me like that. Because he wants me to be strong infront of every fucker. So he possess his nature to me. Only because of my love, my yn I changed myself into softie. But not any more.

IT'S BEEN THREE MONTHS

These days after her death were a blur for me. I spent entire hours sitting in our room, Surrounded only by the memories of her. I couldn't bear to move the furniture or change anything. even a single thing about the room.

I sat on the edge of our bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. My eyes fell on a photo of us together, smiling and carefree. My heart ached at the sight of her smile. I love her gorgeous smile damn soo much.

I grabbed the photo frame and held it in my hands, gently touching her face in the picture. I remembered how she felt when I touched her, the soft warmth of her skin against mine. I closed my eyes, reliving the memories, the good times we had together. I missed it.

But everytime I opened my eyes, I was brought back to reality, to the harsh truth that she was gone, and I was alone. It was too much to bear.

I wanted to drown out the pain, to forget everything for just a moment. I got up and walked over to the bar room in the corner of the room. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a glass.

I drank more, feeling the alcohol slowly start to dull my senses. I stumbled back to the bed and sat down, still holding the photo of her tightly in my hand.

The memories came flooding back. I remembered the sound of her voice, the way she would laugh at my jokes, the way she would look at me with that smile that made my heart flutter. When I dirty talk with her she instantly blushed like a tomato. It was all too much to let go now.

The alcohol was starting to take effect, and I could feel my thoughts becoming hazy. I dropped the photo frame on the bed and buried my face in my hands, the reality of her death hitting me like a wave. I didn't know how I was going to survive this. I didn't want to Survive it. I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

I picked up the whiskey bottle and took another gulp, the alcohol burning my throat. I knew I was only making things worse, that the drink was only numbing the pain for a short time, but I couldn't help myself.