Jiyeon
Since his death, I never mentioned him again. That I was afraid to love..
"So... You're gonna live here? That means we'll be neighbors..." She said.
That voice.
"Yes." I simply answered.
"So.. Jiyeon," I looked at her. "Do you want to grab some snack in my house?"
"Huh?"
"As I presume, you're hungry.."
"I'm not."
But then my stomach didn't cooperate.
"See? C'mon!" She held my hand, and I felt him. I was nervous.
We entered her flat and it was big. --a little bigger than mine.
"What do you want, Jiyeon?" She asked me, going to the kitchen.
"Anything,"
"Carbonara?"
His favorite food.
"Uh.. Sure." I answered.
I sat down on the chair, when she mentioned something I didn't want to hear again.
"You know? My brother loved this dish. I always cook this for him. And let me be honest... You look familiar, Jiyeon-ssi."
I lowered my head.
"W-what's the name of your.. Brother?" I asked.
"Eunji."
My heart ached. Tears were pending to fall.
"I-i.. I need to go." I stood up, when she held my hand and saw me crying.
Flashback.
"Ji?"
"Yes, Eunji?"
"I love you, okay?"
"I love you more."
"I love you most."
"Jiyeon!" She shouted which brings me back from my senses.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
I didn't know what happened to me. I hugged her.
"Ji?" She said.
"Eunji... Eunji.." I muttered.
"You.. You know my brother?"
I let go of the hug and nodded.
"I'm sorry.." I said. She smiled.
"It's okay. Now please.. Can you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
"Tell me everything."
