He remembered it all.
The street lights, the dark outline of fir trees outside the window.
And Minseok sleeping soundly next to him.
Every time he closed his eyes, these three images came up.
People who visited him, and even the doctors and nurses who visited him would tell him that he at least survived the car crash. At least he survived.
But what was the point of living if the one you loved the most had died? What was the pain of dying compared to the pain of realisation that you had just lost someone, and that person was the one that meant the world to you?
Nothing. He rather wished he was dead and be with Minseok in heaven than survive alone in this world.
So, he shouted. He yelled at anyone, and almost everyone, who told him that
he was lucky to be alive. He went insane, making everyone in the ward terrified of him. "He's crazy," they would say as they left the ward. Jongdae was a total mess during the period of his stay at the hospital.
But the problem was, he couldn't help it.
Why?
Minseok was dead.
He will never come back again, and Jongdae wasn't ready for that.
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