"I think I have to let him, leave me."

"Taekwoon what are you talking about?"

"He doesn't remember me. He doesn't love me. And it's not like i have the right, when his eyes now shine the brightest

with the sight of Jaehwan."

Taekwoon's brows knitted in such a way Hakyeon had never encountered. That one simple movement on the younger's face grew fingers, strong, rough, and violent ones, ripping his heart out of his own ribcage and tortue it in the cauldron of Taekwoon's lethal melancholy.