"Would you like one more cup?" Chanyeol asked before sitting in front me.

I thought about it, would I?

"Don't think, just take it," he said as if reading my mind, "if you think you can't forget."

I thought again. Do I really want to forget?

"Forget." he said. "He will just..." he stopped, then lowered his head.

He was trying not to scream the truth about our future. 

But I already knew it. It's just.. even using the word "our", a word that connected us, was making me happy. Happy enough to gain the strength to live one more day.

"He will just hurt you." he continued. "But if you want I ca-"

"No pleas-"

"... I can love you."

Silence fell over the coffee shop. A long one this time, which made everything look sorrowful than ever.

I stared at the empty coffee cup. The cup that was filled with Jongin's favorite coffee just now.

I thought maybe, maybe if I drink it, the emptiness he created inside me will get closed a bit.

Maybe suddenly, he will walk in that wooden door whining about how he hates rainy days and then say "Hey Soo, I need that magic latte of yours." as he will throw his body on the couch next to the window. 

Then maybe, he will fall asleep from exhaustion and I -again, just like every single day, will watch the man I loved, the man who will never be mine, until the coffee will become ice cold in my hands.

A sad laugh left my lips as I looked up to Chanyeol and asked "Even when every single dust reminds me of him, will you love me? Can you?"