Mino drowns himself in alcohol and cigarettes day by day. Vices here and there, consuming him, slowly fading away.

Every night he is haunted by her presence, Every day he is haunted by her absence, but nothing is worse than the reality that she is forever gone.

He cries out to heavens for being so unkind.

That night he is determined to sleep his life away to be with her again.

But morning came, a knock at his door struck him awake. There she was, in love letter form. Back in his touch.

“Keep our Song playing. Live for me.”

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A/N: I have always wanted to write a story inspired by John O' Callaghan's cover of Ivory's Come Back Down. I wanted to convey the profound feeling of grief and loss in just 100 words.