I enter my apartment and Hyuck isn't sitting on my couch. I look through my apartment, fear filling me.
What if he already left and I didn't get to say goodbye?
I race through the house, searching everywhere. Finally I reach my room, our room. There Hyuck lays curled up in a ball on our bed.
It almost felt like old times.
I lay down next to him and wrap my arms around his torso and hold his ghostly figure closer. Somehow, he felt more solid.
"I love you Donghyuck," I say in a quiet, sleep laced voice.
"I love you more Mark Lee," he says softly.
I slowly drift off into sleep with the help of Hyuck's surprising warmth.
