♦ Inspired from Painkiller by T-ara & The see ya & 5Dolls & Speed ♦

When will I be okay?

When will the sun rise again?

That's what breakup is,

It is supposed to be a killing pain.

He is finally home. If this can even be called one. It's just a house with furniture. Furniture covered with white sheets, nothing more. It's empty, but it can't compare with the emptiness he has in his heart. The deep hole he knows nothing can fix. Except for one thing. He starts to pull the sheets from the furniture only to reopen his wounds by the memories of it. The chair Ten sat on, the table they ate at. The closets filled with his things. His clothes, his favorite shirt. He then enters the kitchen to find it is exactly as they left it. Unused with food still in the fridge. He want's to cook. He wants to cook for Ten, but Ten isn't here anymore. 

He puts pots on the stove to boil the water, he cleans vegetables, clears the mean from its excessive parts. He doesn't stop until it's all done. He smiles at his result and puts the foods on the main table. He seats down with a smile on his face, but it's soon replaced with sadness. Realization kicks in. Ten will never be