He sighed; a bitter smile carved on his dried lips. It still made him ponder how after such a long time, he still could not stop that one habit of his. Perhaps old habits really did die hard. It also amazed him how the sweet scent of vanilla and lavender—her favorite fragrance, were still freshly smeared on the sheets.

Jungkook stared at the empty space beside him a little longer, his heart feeling lost and numb. There was that sense of emptiness in him; one that he did not know how to fill. Everything was never going to be the same again.

He buried himself more and more into the comforters, deciding that a few more minutes won’t hurt. Surely whatever the situation was, she would wake him up.

 *Gulps* It's been a long time since I've written a story in English. I feel rusty though, LOL XD

Malay or English, Ash will always do angst. /shrug/