Namjoon’s POV

I was exhausted after everything today. After a brief explanation of my day to my mom, eating dinner, and showering, I was pooped. I lay on my back flopped out on the top of my bedspread on my bed, the cool sheets feeling refreshing.

I scroll through facebook, giving a sigh. I see my old friend’s smiling faces, recent posts wishing the past 48 hours, and it looks as though they have barely notice the absence of my presence. I scroll a bit more and my breath gets caught in my throat. One year from today I made a post.

My father’s smiling face shines from my screen, along with mine. His black hair blown back in the wind, along with my black hair. It was about a month before I had dyed it blonde, unable to stand seeing such a likeness to my father in the mirror.

‘One of the best winter days seen in years, spending some time with my dad!’

The caption had read. I can remember that day clearly in my mind, the cool breeze on my face, whistling past my ears, the warm sun on my neck, and the warm firm grip of my father’s arm as we walked. He had loved walking in the nice weather. He never saw the sense in buying a treadmill, or anything to that nature,  because as he said,

“We have this beautiful world around us, always changing, different terranes and lifestyles, walking around having this experience is all you need.”

I always agreed 100%.

This was one of the last things I did with my dad before he died about a month later. No matter how much his father would have told me not to, I would never forgive, or stop hating the drunk driver who killed him. Never. The jail sentence received was not enough in my eyes. He needed to experience what my dad went though, only that would be true justice. My dad did nothing, he was just driving home after a long day of work, and some reckless drunk person destroyed everything he knew. I start to take deep breathe to suppress this rising anger, when I hear a gentle knock on my door.My mom