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It was 12 midnight when Kyungsoo suddenly felt unusually cold. He faced the other side of the bed knowing that by doing so, he’d feel warmth with just one touch. Just one touch and the coldness will disappear. Everything will be okay.

Reality struck him the most painful way when he opened his eyes only to be welcomed by darkness coupled with an empty space. The warm touch he longed for was gone. He heard of the sad broken tune of the abandoned piano making the night gloomier than it was supposed to be. As he left the bed and put his feet down, he felt the coldness of the marble floor. The sound of the piano brought sad messages in the air.

He knew who the player of the song was. He knew that the tune he was hearing was no ordinary sad song. It was a plea for something to be released. A plea of someone who was dying without any fight left in him; it was a plea for Kyungsoo to let go.

How many days has it been? How many months has it been when they both started to feel indifferent? Kyungsoo caught him in the arms of another man, in their own bed.

“Kyungsoo, I’m sorry.”

He’d always said so after seeing Kyungsoo shattered. It wasn’t the first time that Kyungsoo caught him cheating, but still Kyungsoo decided to stay and hold on. Every time his friends would ask him why he’s still putting up with his infidelity, he’d close his eyes and say, “I love him too much.”

May it be infidelity or indifference, Kyungsoo wasn’t letting him go. He knew somewhere in his heart, Kyungsoo was still there. He knew somewhere in his cold heart, he was just a lost boy who will find his way back to Kyungsoo sooner or later. Kyungsoo was hopeful that one of these days, their love for each other would lead them back to each other’s arms. He would apologize and stay with me, right?

As he walked into the dark corridors of their apartment, he tried to stop his feet from walking when he heard the sobs that accompanied the sound of the piano playing. The midnight air felt colder. His feet were feeling numb but they moved of their own accord towards one room he knew would bring him inevitable pain and sorrow.

He’d tried. He’d tried to stop him from feeling this way.

Every day, Kyungsoo would double his efforts in making him feel that he loved him and loves him still. Why could he not see that Kyungsoo loves him more than he loves himself? Despite all the efforts, they go down the drain unappreciated. The indifference was becoming more and more painful. Despite all the efforts, he’s still lost. Am I really not enough? Kyungsoo would ask himself.

He reached the room where the piano was located, and there he saw his back through the small silver of light provided by the waning moonlight. His long slender fingers were pressing the keys hard as he played that familiar plea.

Kyungsoo was standing there at the door, looking at his back, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes as he watched him play. Kyungsoo wanted to comfort him so badly, to run and just wrap his arms around his waist and rest his chin on his shoulders. But will that really change anything?

There is only one thing left to be done. Kyungsoo knew this. But….

No, I won’t ever let him go.