Jongin chuckled again thinking of what that girl must be going through now. It has been already 6 hours since he had dropped her there.

At least by now she would be clever enough to leave him alone. She did not even have to come to him for her belongings because he had thrown it on the road on his way back. Maybe if she was fast enough she would find it before someone else. Tsk. He was too kind.

He slumped down on his bed, his gaze going towards the painting of his mother as always and sighed deeply. His life was never going to get better. There was no one by his side and it was excruciating not to let out the knife that was lodged inside of him.

His gaze went down to the cookie jar that was now empty. His gaze lingered on her handkerchief that lay there, year after year collecting dust. Where was Ari and her free hugs when he needs them?

He scoffed slightly when he remembered how Ari always leave him without any goodbye. He was waiting this time as well, unconsciously and consciously. Many a times he finds himself wondering how must that girl look like now. She must be seventeen now and must have grown.

But why does he care right? Why should he worry over someone who always comes and goes as she likes? Besides he wasn’t someone to be treated like that. He was someone feared, someone people listened to.

He sighs and his bed. The house was too silent and almost eerie. He hated it. If his mother was still alive and here, th