This dark room used to be his bedroom. Everybody else was downstairs at his funeral. How could I attend it if I were a secret? His secret. I was here to mourn my world’s loss, not to waste time on these stupid questions.

We were like brothers. I took care of him as though he was my blood brother. Life was so much better when he and I used to return drunk and wake up in a pool of sweat in the morning. I used to get him ready for school and learn by myself whilst helping him with his homework once he returned. He hailed from a rich family where his parents were busy, rich and confident enough to give Chanyeol  his own house. I was an orphan thus, I lived with him and helped take care of the house and Chanyeol . He was a smart, sporty kid in school who had lots of friends and was popular but never hosted anyone in this damned house.

Of the near five hundred people at his funeral at the moment, four hundred and ninety nine of them were his friends. The other person was his mother, Natalie Park who was standing near the coffin with a straight face. Dressed in an ink-black skirt and a blouse studded with diamonds, which made a beautiful design, she looked like she was going to a party rather than to her son’s funeral. Her plain gold choker or the shimmering black high heels didn’t help either but at least she had the courtesy to attend. Chanyeol’s father Mr.Yeon Park was at a meeting which was important enough to miss his funeral. When the ceremony ended, stone-faced, Mrs.Park stepped into her limo which was to take her to a meeting leagues away. Nobody will ever know why he was hated and ignored by his (so called) parents.

When you first met Chanyeol, you’ll never guess the kid was on drugs. He was on a lot of drugs ranging from ecstasy to . The first puff of smoke and sting of drugs were experienced at the naïve age of ten. The same age when he was “gifted ”this damn house to live in. Our saying was “A shot a day keeps the sadness away” which worked wonders in Chanyeol’s opinion. I have been living with him since we were both ten years old and I see to it that he doesn’t smoke more than four cigars a day and takes no more than three shots a week. Even in his university he was known for his craziness during parties and during one such party in his third semester at university he fathered his first child.The girl went for termination of the fetus that very moment. It is after that incident that I accompanied him to every party so as to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn’t g