Junhyung's POV

"Please, Seungho! Please!! Hold on! Just hold on!! Please!!! Don't leave me!! You can't!!!" I shouted at the top of my voice, craddling his bloody body in my arms.

"Junnie..." He mumbled, touching my cheek, staining them with his blood.

"Shh shhh~ Don't say anything. Just.. Just stay with me.. The ambulance is on its way. Please.. Just.. I beg you.. Seungho please!!" I cried like there was no tomorrow. 

"My badass.. rapper.. Don't cry.." He choked out.

"I beg you!! Stop talking!! Just stay with me! Huh?? Please!!!" I hugged him tighter.

"I love.. you... Baby Junnie.." He said with much effort.

"No no no!! I don't want to hear this now! I just want you with me!! ALIVE!!!" I yelled.

"Take care... of yourself... and her.. Please.." He mumbled.

"NO!!! I am not going to do that! She is your responsiblity! You wanted her, so you have to take care of her! Don't try to push her to me!" I yelled, in hope that would keep him alive.

"Hee~ You love.. her.. I know.." He squeezed my hand with whatever energy he has left.

"I HATE HER!!! I HATE HER EVEN MORE NOW!!!" I yelled.

"Shh shh.. Don't yell.. It's bad... for your throat.." He touched my neck lightly.

"Fine, fine! Whatever! I'll listen to you! I'll even let you top! I'll be your maid! I'll do everything for you! Just stay with me!" I begged.

"I'll remember.. what you said.. If we meet again.. In our next life..." His voice trailed off.

Tears spilled out from his eyes as we stared hard at each other.

"In our next life..." He mumbled.

"Or the next, next one.." His breathing was getting choppier.

"Shhh!!! Don't talk!! I don't want to hear it!!" I tried to cover my ears but he pulled my hands down.

"I'll.. still love.. you.." He mumbled, planting a light kiss on my hand, and then he was gone.

My Seungho, gone, just like that. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! SEUNGHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" My eyes shot open.

I was in my room, or rather, our room, alone. 

I looked at the empty side beside me where he used to sleep, and then to the closet door where the shirt he wore on that faithful day hung. It was stained with his blood, a lot, a lot of blood. Then reality struck me. He is gone. He really, really is gone.

"Come back to me. Please." I cried, hugging the pillow that still has his smell lingering on it.

It has been two weeks since his passing, but it still felt like it was yesterday to me.

My door creeked open, revealing a small girl with her long hair all over her face, hugging a teddy bear.

"Daddy..." She called out fearfully. 

"What!?" I snapped at her, glaring hard.

"Are.. Are you.. O..o.." She mumbled.

"IF YOU'RE GOING TO TALK, TALK PROPERLY! I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOUR GIBBERISH!" I shouted.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly.

"Do I look okay!? GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM AND GO TO SLEEP!" I yelled at her.

I watch her back away and close my door as softly as possible.

I hated treating her like this. I know it's wrong, I know it's not her fault. But I can't help it. I saw everything with my own eyes. If not because of her, my precious Seungho would still be alive. It is her fault, and I hate her.

It's going to be quite a tear-jerker, I think. So don't say I didn't warn you :)