Paper Hearts (Re-write)

Chapter 2: Numb

It's been a week since my parents died. I've received numerous condolences from friends, family, and people I didn't even know. I haven't opened the bakery at all this week. I was too busy planning the funeral to worry about it. I just want to go home and wrap myself in blankets. I hate feeling this way. I don't feel sad or mad, just emptiness and numbness. I have no energy to cry or do anything anymore. I feel so drained. Myungsoo is holding on to my hand so tightly. It's sad that out of the both of us, he has cried more than me since the funeral started. After the burial, too many people were coming up to me They are just going to repeat what I've heard a billion times.
'I'm sorry for your loss.'
As if, it helps me feel better. One of my dad's friends comes up to me.

Dad's friend: Hello Y/n.

Y/n: Hello.

Dad's friend: I'm so sorry for your loss.

I cringe, but I quickly hide it with a small smile.

Dad's friend: Your parents were good people. I know that it hurts now that your parents are gone, but it'll get better, trust me. They are in a better place now.

Y/n: Yeah, I know. (I look down, not wanting to make eye contact.)

My dad's friend got the hint that I didn't want to talk to anyone. So, he awkwardly excuses himself.

Myungsoo: You didn't have to be so cold to him.

Y/n: Yeah, but he should have realized that I don't want to small talk at the moment.

Myungsoo: He was probably just trying to cheer you up a little. You know he and everyone else is hurting. Not, just you.

Y/n: Whatever, I just want to be alone, can you drive me home?

Myungsoo: Sure, whatever.

The whole car ride with him was quiet. Myungsoo didn't even look at me once. I guess I was being a bit selfish. When we pulled up my driveway, I got out of the car and walked to my door. I didn't notice Myungsoo behind me until he sighs.

Y/n: Why are you still here?

Myungsoo: To be with you, idiot. I thought we might as well watch a movie and get our minds off the funeral.

How can I get my mind off the funeral? I wish it were that easy. My parents are dead, for god's sake. But it's been a long day. I agree to watch a movie. As I unlock the house, he rushes to the TV, to turn it on.

Myungsoo: What movie do you want to watch?

Y/n: I don't care, you pick.

Myungsoo: Alright, let's watch _____.

Even though I hate that movie, I nodded. The movie was boring to me, but Myungsoo seemed interested. When the movie ended, we sat in silence. Myungsoo is on his phone and I'm playing with the small tear on my black stockings.

Myungsoo: Are you okay?

Y/n: Yeah.

Myungsoo: Are you sure? If you want to talk about it, I'm right here.

Y/n: What is there to talk about? My parents died. They left me this house and the bakery. I know I told the lawyer that I would keep it, but I don't know if I should. I'm only 20 years old and still going to college. I don't have the slightest clue on how to manage a bakery. Heck, I don't even know how to make noodles let alone bake a damn cake. I don't know what to do, Myungsoo.

After I spit out what's going on in my mind, I cry for the first time all day. Myungsoo scooches closer to me, wiping a tear before pulling me into a hug. With that I start bawling my eyes out, ruining his shirt with my make-up.