comfort ⇒ hoseok

III

I found myself in Hoseok's car the next day. Again, it was silent. Staring at the back of his head, I wondered where we were going. It was just the two of us, and with each passing second I grew desperate. I just wanted to tell him how much I love him. Now just wasn't the right time.

The engine of the car died down and Hoseok stepped out of the car. Walking next to him, I had realised we were in a graveyard. My heart sunk. We were going to visit the love of his life. I stayed behind Hoseok, not wanting him to see me hurting. I didn't want to know who she was, I didn't want to be here. But I loved him, so I put up with all this. Pathetic, right?

His back blocked me from seeing the grave. I stood still as I watched him begin to shake.

"I wish I told you sooner," He started quietly, "I was too much of a coward. God, could you not see the signs? You- no...I'm sorry. It's my fault. I thought you'd always be there and I took advantage of that." Words could barely escape his mouth.

"Now it's too late to say I love you."

I couldn't stop the tears spilling from my eyes. He knelt down and slowly placed the flowers onto the earth below. My instinct to comfort him kicked in and I placed a hand on his shoulder. But it felt as if he didn't realise I was there which left a heavy feeling in my chest. I averted my gaze to the letters etched into the smooth stone, and my heart had shattered into a million pieces. It really was too late.

The grave had displayed the name, Y/N L/N.