The Soloist Chapter 21
Goodbye by Park Hyo Shin

Look at the afternoon 
I thought I was passing by
You were on the corner of memory 
It's here now. 

Yang Yoseop POV

I hate it
To be this weak
I said that i will be their first place to relied on, but ... 
 

I ended to be a burden for them

I can't ask my body to move like what i want
I don't know how much days passed right in front of me, 
But i remember...
The last time i opened my eyes and saw..his hatred towards me..

I will not dispute with that
I deserve it

It's okay, 
I couldn't ask him to forgive me anyway

Why? 
I keep hold their hands with my prickly mind? 
Why can't i leave them behind?
Why did i insist to be with them?
Why i keep hurting them?

I gave them pain
And I took their happiness
Eventually

He is laying on the mattress, which likely used at the hospital. He doesn't know where he is since he came to the warehouse. It might be two or three days ago but he never sure about it. 
The room was obviously dark, there are nothing beside his mattress and a desk there, but he believe when sunlight was in to reach his side, he felt better. 

He never know why Dongwoon put him here, why didn't Dongwoon try to finish him off right away? It's better, better than this longing and afraid of ... his other side.

Whenever Dongwoon come to give him a meal and his pain killers, they never talk anymore, come and leave just like that. Then sometimes..
Yoseop miss how Dongwoon used to smiling for him. But once again ... 

I deserve it, 
It's okay

Now in the picture that stopped 
You smile like summer 

He is closing his eyes, tried to disregard those voices which getting louder everyday. Told him to do this and that countiously. 

Junhyung ever told him to never hear them and those people at the Orphanage were giving him a strength, but now..no one were here beside him, and so..

He thought to give up, but his thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, so he let his old memories drive him to sleep

Maybe this is the last 
Goodbye 
Thank you for staying a long time. 

There are a little boy
Who was 10 years old 
And obviously, he just an ordinary kid
Who could be bright and quiet
Who showed his happy face 
Who remains innocent and honest
Who never hope for glory or else

He is looking up to the sky, likely tried to face it with bravery
It rains, and the wind is too cold for him
But he insist to be here, to keep in outside
To take care of his friends safety 

Like that, 
He told to be like that
His parents said it like that, 
He doesn't know what parents is, but people who lived with him said so, 
And he believe it

Sometimes he wondered how it was looked like 
To be there, behind this place 
Far away to the east
When the sun rised up
Then, directly hold and feel the light
While running around to the last of the trees 
He is smiling but his breath was heavy

Talk about it..
He never stepped out, he never leave this house before
Not even once
But It might be hard for him to leave, because he never allowed to leave, his parents said it will be hard to find the way back to this house later. Back to the house which built on the sloping land and built too far from the crowd. What's better than it? Living at the house which exactly built inside the forest. 
He is looking around and give his attention more to the details of his house. The house was big and large enough for him, not to mention that it has two floors and large terrace although it restricted by a rusty fence there.

Don't forget about how the house looks, because it built entirely by wood, sometimes it make the house looked so creepy or slum and abandoned.

 
"It's okay" he said, because he still likes it

He spanned his palm right to the outside and let the rain drops fell there
 

"Oh, so cold"

he said and rub both of his hands
He is blinking his eyes, and hiding his palms into his jacket then wandering around, 

"why they haven't arrived yet? They should be here at this time, what took them so long?"

He murmured
Then, He is raising his shoulder and decided to see what his friends are doing

"They will be late"

he said to his friends a moment when he entered the house.
But he couldn't understand why his friends never looked happy with that. As long as he remembered, he treated them well, he never hurt them, but why?

"What's wrong?" He asked
"Nothing, Yoseob ah, Nothing." 
"But you seems so unhappy with that..especially you Hyunseungie?"

Yoseop asked to a boy with messed hair who sits on the long bench and folding his hands on the table, which used to be the place