🌹Petals & Papers 📃

103.

- E N D -

Rosé's POV

I wish I can pretend that everything's just a bad dream and I'll just wake up in Junhoe's bed, his arms wrapping around me, kissing my forehead and will greet me a good morning.

But no. I'm here in his apartment, lying on his bed. I don't even know what time is it but I keep on crying until my eyes can't release tears anymore. I don't know. After what I've heard from Byunggon earlier, I can't even feel my body anymore.

I wanted to scream and blame someone. But blaming anyone won't bring him back here.

It hurts.

I keep asking myself, am I not enough for him to stay? And maybe, if I did my best to persuade him not to leave...maybe this won't happen. Maybe he won't feel alone. Maybe...I could save him.

I keep saying sorry. I'm sorry, I couldn't save you.

I sit up to get the box that Byunggon brought from their old house. He said he found it on Junhoe's bed. I open the box and saw a lot of papers in it, folded in half.

I took one and open it, another set of tears are about to fall when I saw his hand written on the paper....

The papers has Junhoe's hand written poems until I saw and pick up a paper with my name on it. I gasped, trying to get enough air while unfolding it...

"The first thing I want to tell you is I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise. I'm sorry if I left...for good. I'm sorry, I lied. I was ready for this. I knew that this day would come...please don't think that you're not enough. You're my answered prayer. Thank you, my Rosé. And for the first and the last time, I love you."

Crying is not enough. I don't know how long will this pain would last and I don't think that the pain would even go away.

But I don't want to think that he's gone.

He's not gone. He's everywhere. He's the sunrays and the moon, the night breeze, the sound of the waves, the unread poems in my door's pocket and the ring of the bell at my door every morning. He's not gone.