The pounding pain aches to explode. I struggle to reach for them. The blurriness causes my hand to miss. Trying to focus, I try one last time.

I shove two in my mouth and swallow hard. Closing my eyes, I wait for them to take effect. The unbearable pain slowly seizes. I open my eyes. The blurred lines are gone.

~*~

The days of safety are getting shorter. The deadline is getting closer. In my hands, his box of things sit. As the memories drown me, I give the box to the man in front. “I’m sorry”. The last thing I saw. The last thing he saw.

~*~

I open my eyes one last time. The bright light prevents me from seeing anything. The desire for his love one last time dug deep down inside. Slowly, my eyes fail me. The energy drains away and the fall. With one last thought, my eyes shut down. The final look of him is there. Kim Jongin.