The sadness flowed through her veins, emptiness filled her hollow heart. In the night that seems beautiful and endless, there's a fragile soul right in front of Seulgi.

"I miss you." She said, staring at Irene.

The waves of hopelessness and sorrow hit her in a way that she could not comprehend. Seulgi can't do anything other than to sit and hold her lover's cold hands, bearing the sight of Irene's small frame.

"Don't cry..." Bony fingers tried to squeeze Seulgi's hand, "I hate to see you cry."

Tears streamed faster when Seulgi heard the desperation in Irene's voice. 

"I love you."

Seulgi shut her eyes, "I love you too."

When she finally felt Irene's last strength slowly fade away, a gasp left her lips. 

There are no words of comfort, affection, or anything that she usually would get when she fails to keep the tears at bay. 

This time, no matter how much she cries, no matter how much she pleads, no matter how much she screams, only the cold silence would greet her and not Irene's warm voice.

It hurts her so much the tears stopped trickling down.

The pain