A couple days later, Myungsoo got up around noon and went to Woohyun’s house.

“I dislike living in a world without Lee Sungyeol.” He sighed as they are sitting on the couch.

“Me too, Woohyun. Me too.”

“Dying .” Woohyun said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Sungyeol really loved you, you know.” Woohyun said.

“I know.”

“He wouldn’t shut up about it.” Woohyun added.

“I know.” Myungsoo’s lips curled up into a tiny smile.

“Did he ever give you that thing he was writing?” Woohyun asked.

“What thing?”

“He said he was working on something for you.” Woohyun said.

There was still something of Sungyeol, floating around out there. Myungsoo needed it.

“I’m going to go to his house.” Myungsoo said, packing up his things.

Myungsoo rang the doorbell and Sungyeol’s mum answered.

“Oh, Myungsoo.” She said, her eyes are still red from all the crying.

“How are you?” She asked.

“I miss him.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Heaven needed an angel.” Myungsoo said after a while.

“I know.”

“Woohyun told me Sungyeol was writing something, something for me. Do you know where it is?” Myungsoo asked.

“I have no idea, you can check it on your own, perhaps.” She answered.

Myungsoo walked over to Sungyeol’s bookshelves, looking for a notebook.

But he found none.

“Myungsoo.” Sungyeol’s mum called him from the other room.

“Yes?” Myungsoo answered, as he walked into the room.

“I found a notebook in the magazine rack. Unfortunately, there’s no writing in the notebook. All the pages are blank. But the first few pages are torn out.”

A/N ;

I AM SO SORRY BUT REMEMBER WHEN