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For days, Jungah stayed on the mind-numbing cloud.

She was awake but not alert. She was breathing, but she didn’t feel alive.

Ever since Zico died, Jungah hadn’t been able to get back on her feet. She locked herself in the house and didn’t go anywhere.

Block B and Kris tried to visit her, but she wouldn’t open the door for anyone. The only one with a spare key to her house had been Zico. Since he was gone, that spare had been gone also.

Jungah stayed curled into a ball against the door for most of the day. Her curtains were shut close. She didn’t know when it was day and when it was night. Every day it felt the same to her.

Meaningless. Dark. Void.

Without Zico, life seemed impossible.

Every night, Jungah had nightmares.

She dreamt of Zico’s death over and over again.

She dreamed he was shot.

She dreamed of his blood.

She dreamed of his painful groans.

In every nightmare, she would try to save Zico, but she was always too late. He was dead before she could reach him.

“Zico….no…no…ZICO!” Jungah sat up in bed with a panic attack. She gasped for air, and her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. Jungah looked around her dark, empty room. There were no guns. There were no killers. There was no Zico. She had had a nightmare once again. Her gaze fell upon the floor as her shoulders fell in despair. *I was dreaming of him again.*

Jungah bent her knees and rested her elbows on them. She smoothed her face that was wet with tears and sweat. Jungah shut her eyes and touched her temples. *I keep dreaming of him. I have the same nightmare over and over. He dies, he screams in pain, and he’s gone. Again and again, I’m not able to do anything for him. Is there a reason why he keeps appearing my dreams without a smile? Maybe he’s sending me a message from death. Maybe there’s something he wants me to do about his death.*

Jungah’s eyes shot wide open. She threw the blanket off of her and hopped out of bed. Jungah slipped on a thin cardigan and raced out of the apartment. She didn’t stop running until she reached Zico’s place. Jungah’s hand shook as she unlocked his door and entered. His scent hit her, and she stepped back, stunned. *I came here for a reason. I have to find something.*

Resolute and determined, Jungah bravely entered his house. She the lights, and her expression softened. Everything had been left exactly as Zico had last left it. She could tell Block B had entered a few times. Yet, noting really had changed. *They were waiting for me to become ready and take care of his things at my own pace.* Jungah thought in gratitude. She didn’t know what she would have done if everything that had belonged to Zico had been tossed away.

Jungah walked across the living room and down the hallway. She reached for the doorknob to his bedroom and paused.

Was she ready to face a room that would never be filled with its owner again?

Her hand shook. Jungah grasped her wrist with her other hand and took a deep breath to calm down. *You can do this. You came here looking for answers. Find them. Don’t be a coward. Look what happened because you were a wimp. Zico died.* That one thought was enough to push her to do anything.

Jungah twisted open the doorknob and pushed open the door. She reached out and flicked the light on. Her heart twisted in agony. So many memories of Zico filled her. tightened, but she clenched her fists and remained calm and collected. Jungah entered the bedroom carefully as if she would disturb the lingering atmosphere of Zico. She spotted the picture of them by his bedside and walked over to it.

Jungah picked up the phot and ran her hand over Zico’s smiling face. *I can’t believe he’s gone. It feels like he’ll come into this room any moment and call me ‘Jungie Jungie’.*

The thought of never hearing him call her annoying nickname again made her feel depressed.

Jungah palced the picture back down before she could break down again. She turned around and walked around the room. She didn’t know what she was searching for. She just knew the answer to her nightmare was somewhere in here. Jungah looked through drawers, closets, and bookshelf. She found a couple hundred dollars stashed away in a book, but she just left the money there. That was not what she had come for.

Jungah found a watch that belonged to Zico, and she clasped that around her wrist. It was big for her, but she liked the feeling of having something that belonged to him with her. Jungah knelt down by the bed and looked under it. She found several boxes covered with dust bunnies.

Jungah pulled several out. Dust filled the air, and she waved them away wi