"hi jongin." he delved through the depths of his bag to find the source of vibration to reply.

"hi." he murmured reticently. 

Even now, a mere "hi" has become so awkward and unfamiliar between us; contrary to the countless "dear" and "darling" we hung around our mouths then.

I waved timidly from the opposite of Primrose Street, with a sub-conscious feeling of unwillingness and loneliness. I scratched my head and gave an awkward smile with raised eyebrows.

It has been almost a decade since we last met.Jongin and I have been maintaining this exhausting long-distance relationship at the almost opposite ends of the world; me being in England and Jongin in Korea. Filtering out time to even Skype was already a tall order, not to even mention spacing out a week to meet up in England. Nevertheless, we had to end this on a good note.

However, what's burning in our heart were ambivalance. agahst. hesitance. Every single minute spent together; be it solely admiring the imprefections of each other or cuddling and feeling the warmth in each other's embrace, we felt so blissful. How could we bear to give up this once euphoric relationship we had because of the inabilty to compromise in terms of distance? How could we even put an end to this beautiful puzzle that we once pledged to continue through thick and thin, and till death do us part? 

At a distance, I could still vividly match his face to the one I always admire beside my pillow at night.His radiant smile. His thin red lips with feint cracks. His seemingly trouble-filled eyes and deep double eyelids. His sharp and carved jawline which gave him his proportionate face ratio. His tanned skin which glimmered under the balmy sun.

10 years. He still hasn't change much. Perhaps just an addition of wrinkles of stress near his eyes. He strutted across the pavement, still on his phone despite the subtle breaths which followed the awkward "hi".

Suddenly, a vehicle sped along Primrose Street, with deafening screeches from cars and screams of utter shock, alongside relentless honks of dismay.

INCOMING.

The driver seemed to have lost control over the brakes and the steering wheel, where the lorry swerved along the street, with no signs of stopping anytime soon. Jongin was already halfway across the street. The screams and screeches and honks came as a shock to him where he was abhorred and immobilised with fear. He couldn't move. He stood rooted to the ground and froze, cowering in shock and cupping his ears, in hope of muting his surroundings. 

"KIM JONGIN!!! GET THE OUT OF THERE!!!" i screamed immediately in consternation, which was to, unfortunately, no avail. I rushed forward agasint my constant faltering in attempt to carry him away from that road. At that point of time, what flooded my mind was only him. Pictures of him. They zoomed past my brain incessantly. That very moment proved to me that I have been lying to myself all these years.

I can't do without him.

My life is just him, him, and only him. Kim Jongin. I can't lose him.

But it was too late.

A loud horrifying BANG burst my eardrums and deafened me. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was no time for even my fingers to fidget before I could even react ti the scene right before my soul. Jongin's body flew across the street, while the lorry gradually stopped after ramming into multiple cars thereafter. I...I was overcome with astonishment and enervation. Jongin lay on a grass patch, with the surrounding greenery slowly turning into a pool of blood, dyeing the patch of grass into crimson-devilish red.

My tears spurt out of my still-shock eyes, mucus and water gagging my mouth; I coudln't stp screaming his name as I knelt down beside him, turning my head insanely and with clenched fist, i screamed hysterically, "somebody call the ING ambulance!!!"

Jongin's abrupt flinch caught my attention. He was trembling, shaking and struggling to heave a word. He reached for his pocket weakly, seemingly wanting to take something out of it.

It was a small and delicate golden key. He put it in my wobblind hands and whispered with that minute gush of energy he mustered, "kyungsoo... keep it safely, Im sorry, thank you, and I still love you." that was the amount of energy he had left before he closed his eyes.

"JONGIN!!!" i cried so hard in exasperation, bawling my eyes out with Jongin in my arms, and my needless attempts to shake him alive.

His blood-stained face with a lovely shy smile made me plunge into an abyss of stupefaction. percussion. immense fear. I was up creek without paddle. But as tears contiued pouring, my vision became blurred, I started to feel languid and gradually, darkness overwhelmed. 

Among the darkness, was a small golden key.