I saw you with Youngbae again today. You looked happy.

You never looked happy when you were with me.

Was it because I didn't make you happy?

Yeah, that was probably it.

Want to know a secret?

I don't make me happy either.

[Flashback]

"Why do you look so sad?" you asked me, intertwining our hands together.

"Because I'm sad," I simply replied, looking down at our connected hand, feeling oddly weirded out yet pleasantly pleased by such a simple gesture.

"Is there anything I can do to make you happy?" you asked, looking up at me, your caramel eyes questioning.

I continued staring down at our connected hands. "Yeah."

"And what's that?"

Our gazes locked, hands tightened around one another's. "Stay with me." [End of Flashback]

[Jiyong POV]

Here's another little secret for you:

At one point in time, I was happy.

I was happy when I had my arms around you, my head nuzzled into your neck, your lavender shampoo enveloping my entire being.

I was happy when you laid by my side, your hands in my hair, your forehead rested against my own.

I was happy when you had intertwined our hands together, connected my broken life with your perfect one, a -up with an angel.

I was happy then, I really was, Dara. And I hope you know that.

My mom used to tell me to never wish death upon someone else.

It's bad; deat