Sick

"I did, Tae. Don't cry,"

"You can't feel what I'm feeling? Are you happy, right? You're happy when Irene dies! Then you can marry me, huh ?!"

"Yes, Taehyung! I'm happy! I'm happy! But not because Irene died! I'm happy, because you can feel what I feel!"

"..."

"Back then, you always made my heart tight! I always cried, because of you! And now, I'm happy. Because you are crying for the person you love! I am happy, because you are left by someone you love, just like me! you made me like this, huh?! "

...

The funeral that afternoon was really quiet. There was only one figure, who sat next to the headstone with the name 'Kim Irene' written on it. The eyes of the figure were swollen, even tears were still flowing. His hands, hugging the headstone that already looks old. His lips muttered, revealing his heart to someone who was already far away in another world. His heart hoped that someone could hear every word.

He reached one hand on his shoulder and managed to surprise him. The hand now ran to his hand, took it and took him away from this place.

"Go home," he said a little. His heart too tight when remembered someone he loved, who was sleeping in the ground, forever.