Junho POV

I'm standing in front of a florist. After Minjun visited, I decided to come  to Ilsan. I rode my car to Ilsan the entire night and arrived early, so I grabbed a cup of coffee from my favorite cafe and ended up here.

"Can I helped you, sir?" 

"Oh yes please, could you give me a bucket of flower, please"

"Yes sir, and what flower whould that be?"

And memories with Hyoyeon came and hit me again.

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"Junho! Junho! Look!" She said extremely excited

"What is it Hyoyeon-ah?"

"There is a florist over there" She said whle pointing at it

"Sooo?" He said

"Can you buy me somee?" She said with her best puppy eyes

"Can I?" He said, teasing

"Ya!" She said and hit him in his chest playfully

"Okay, okay, I surrender" He said and raised his hand

"Yey!" She said and runnning toward the florist

"Ck, this adorkable girl of mine" He said, smiling, and walking toward the florist, following Hyoyeon

"So what flower do you gonna pick?" He asked her

"Anything purple please, hehe" She said with her glittering eyes

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"Sir?"

"Oh yes, anything purple, please"

"Okay sir, wait a minute please"

I decided to wait in front the florist and sipped my coffee. It's been a while I didn't come to this place. We, Hyoyeon and I, usually spend our free time wandered around this place. Sometime we ate at the restaurant over there, or just chatting while drinking coffee at the cafe here, or just walking around like every couple do. Too much memories, that's why I object this idea at the first time, but what Minjun said last night made me thought about it again.

"Here sir" She said and handed me the bucket

"Thank you, here, and keep the change"

"Thank you sir"

I said and rode my car to the cemetary

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I entered the cemetery. The cemetary looked pretty quiet. I called Minjun before to asked where her grave is, thankfully after I asked him, he didn't said anything else.

I found it.

Her name was there, Kim Hyoyeon.

I stood still, I didn't know what to do. I put the flower in front of her grave.

"So, Hyoyeon long time no see.." I said holding my tears. I'm never be a crybaby before, but now I am. My legs felt so weak, so weak that it couldn't bear my weight, so I fell on my knees.

"I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.." I said, sobbing hard

"...I don't know what else should I say, except I'm sorry, I'm sorry Hyoyeon, I'm sorry.."

"...if, if, if it's not because of me, you definitely still be here, chatting with me, laughing with your friend. It's  my fault, it is all my fault, Hyoyeon-ah I'm sorry, I'm sorry...."

"Junho-yah..." I could feel a pair of hand on my shoulder. I know whose voice it is. I could recognized it everywhere. The voice full of warmth, loved and it belonged to Mrs. Kim.

"Junho-yah, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself, everything gonna be fine, from now on everything just gonna pull apart like it always be.." She said and hugging me. She patting my back, just like a mother reassuring her child that everything gonna be just fine. I didn't know why, but everything she said always this effect on me, I would just believe everything she said. I believed it gonna be fine somehow. Maybe the idea of going back to Ilsan for awhile isn't that bad. Maybe, just maybe I could finally let it all go, like Minjun said the other night.

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(a/n)

I'm sorry, I didn't update this for a long time, I don't mean to abandoned this ff, It's just now I'm on my last year on high school and I'm working so hard right now to enter a good university, I'll try to update the next chapter soon, and again I'm  sorry.

and for the one who celebrated it

"HAPPY EID MUBARAK!!!"