The car ride here was nice and smooth, as always. Slowly getting out of the car, asking Mr. Baek, if he would pick me up after school, I slowly made my way to the schools gate. Then standing at the gate, I stop up and started to think. Think about everything. It has always been crazy and hectic around here, but with Taemin it was nice and calm. Now that he is gone, everything is going to be crazy again. At least I have Minji. My other bff is in a coma. Sulli. She was in a car accident. When I found out, Taemin was there for me. He always is, no was. And then a couple of months later, he gets shot in his own house. How can that even happen? Why would that happen? Why did he have to-

“Earth to Minjae!” Minji said while waving her hand in front of my face.

“Huh.. What?”

“You’re going to be late come on!”

The fact that she isn’t talking to me about Taemin, kinda’ makes me happy. It nearly feels like before I left school, but I still have a scar, deep in my heart, and I know I’d have to talk about this with Minji soon though.

Just as I entered the school doors I felt somebody run past beside me.

“Minjae!” cried the wind in a small whisper.

I looked around everywhere.

“Taemin..?” I whispered.

My heart then curled up and a couple of tears slipped out of my dry and caged eyes.

Minji dried my tears away with her warm hands and hugged me, by wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Just like Taemin always used to do. His hands were warm too.

“It’s going to be okay..”

Or not. It never will. Not without him. Never.

I went home early that day. I said I was sick. I felt sick. 

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I called Jinki, and asked him if he would pick me up at school. He must be disappointed in me. His brother is dead, and he manages to get on in his life. But his brothers’ girlfriend can’t even go back to school, let alone start up on life again. He didn’t say anything, nor did I try to start a conversation, but I could see the pity, or was it sorrow, in his eyes.