Meant To Be

60- "What kind of a human are you?"

Chapter 60

I rubbed my reddened nose with a tissue, sniffing loudly for the umpteenth time today.

I try my best to stop the tears than ran down down my cheek uncontrollably but in vain.

"I just-" I sniffle. "-just can't believe he's dead," I say with a heavy heart.

"Ava, it's okay," Tae rubs my back. Usually, this comforts me but night now? Not really. Not when I'm grieving the death of someone close to me.

"He did not deserve to die," I sob into his chest, drenching his blue shirt in my tears. He sighs, not knowing what to say.

But to be honest, if I were in his position I wouldn't know what to do either.

I don't expect him to say a few comforting words. I just wanted someone's shoulder on who I could cry on during difficult times as this one.

"Ava, it happens," He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Death is a part of life. It's okay to be miserable about it but you're just taking this a tad bit too far," He says and I immediately get offended.

"What are you talking about?" My sadness, replaced by anger. I push myself off of his chest using my hands and I look at him, my expression hardened.

"That is not what to say to people who just lost someone they love with all their heart," I furiously tell him.

He rubs his chin, breaking eye contact that resulted in making me mad even further. I cannot believe he's taking this so easily.

"See I'm sorry okay?" I study his expressions thoroughly as he talks. "I'm sorry that I wasn't attached to him as much as you were. I'm sorry that I don't understand how you feel and I'm sorry because I don't know what to say and what to not say."

I cross my arms over my chest, trying to look for something to prove to him that he's someone with no feelings. But as I continued to listen to him, I realize that he's being sincere.

I also realize how much of a heartless person I am. He could be doing other things right now but he's not. Instead, he's here, sitting with me and listening to my sob stories.

Partly annoyed at me, partly agreeing to what Taehyung said and completely sorrowful about the death, I sit next to him with a slight hmph.

"I'm sorry," I look at his drowsy eyes. It's evident that he's deprived of sleep, and I feel worse, that I've pulled him into my mess.

If not for me, he would have been resting. Something that the boys don't do very often these days.

I suddenly feel like shit for making him apologize so much for something that's not his fault.

"No I'm sorry," I blow my nose in the tissue. He must think I'm a disgusting being but I'd rather blow my nose than to have snot dripping out of my nose.

"Can we stop saying sorry?" He chuckles and I fall right back into his open arms. "Yeah," I smile.

Just then, Kook enters the room. "Hey best friend," I emotionless tell him as I pull out the last tissue from the tissue box.

He nods in reply and looks around the room with a not-so-pleasant expression on his face.

"Why are there 3 packs of empty tissue boxes?" He asks, completely clueless about what's going on.

"She's grieving," Taehyung simply says.

"Grieving what?" He picks up the boxes and tosses them into the dustbin.