Four empty walls – once decorated with picture frames filled with his and Minhee’s adventurous love – were the only thing that could give Daehyun comfort. White and bare; it gave him space to sort out everything. Earlier when Himchan visited him, his eyes were fixated on different objects, absentmindedly thinking over the why’s and how’s.

Why didn’t he straighten everything and clear up all the misunderstandings.

Why didn’t he become a better boyfriend.

How come, of all the million men in the world, he is chosen to become the bad guy.

Why didn’t he put more time, effort, and trust in Minhee.

How could he be so careless.

Why couldn’t he have been more selfish.

How much does he really love Minhee.

To be honest, Jung Daehyun could not answer one of his many questions. His mind was like an empty piece of paper – blank.                                                       

Ever since the visit to her cemetery, Daehyun could not sleep for more than two hours minimum. Every time he closed his eyes, wanting to enter dreamland where he was sure Minhee would be at, he would feel a cold breeze fly past his skin, sending chills down his spine and goosebumps to rise.

Was ending their many years of relationship the right thing to do?

Oh how much Daehyun hated himself at that very moment. What on earth did he do to commit such a crime? He practically killed the love of his life with his very own decisions of letting her go. If only he had been more persistent; if only she didn’t meet Bang Yongguk; if only he wasn’t so keen on ending their love story. The many what if’s only made Daehyun go deeper into despair.

His life wasn’t the same anymore.             

Every two or three days, Himchan would drop by at Daehyun’s place to check up on him. Himchan always entered through the front door. After ringing the bell a couple of times and worrying about Daehyun’s whereabouts, he took his friend’s house keys (without permission but to hell, they were close friends anyway) and duplicated the key. Daehyun did not notice until several weeks later.

His house was a mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere – the kitchen countertop, his master bed, the computer desk, on top of the microwave, and unexpected yet expected places. Himchan spent hours cleaning the place, nagging at the ignorant Daehyun who did nothing but stare blankly at the walls. He was (almost) void of emotions.

His friend finally had enough after one month of seeing Daehyun’s lifestyle, given the cold shoulder by his truly. Kim Himchan had to do something. Anything. He couldn’t tolerate his good friend’s hopelessness anymore. He was getting a little restless of having to take care of a twenty-seven year old.

A twenty-seven year old man who was in mourning over his deceased ex-girlfriend.

Himchan was fed up. One late evening, about seven thirty whilst the sky was not yet dark, Himchan drove to Daehyun’s place. Entering through the front door, he passed through the foyer and headed straight towards his friend’s bedroom. Glancing left and right, he found no clothes scattered around the area. He proudly thanked himself for being such an amazing caretaker.

“Daehyun… Are you home?”

The reply he got was more than a whisper.

Walking straight into Daehyun’s room, he found the twenty-seven year old sitting at the edge of his bed. Two pillows were lying on the floor and it seemed like Daehyun did not bother picking it up.

“Look man, it’s been more than a month. She wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

Carefully making his way next to Daehyun, Himchan couldn’t help but frown at his friend’s state. After all this time, he was still in a mess.

“Hyung…” It was quiet but still audible. “Did he really love her?”

Himchan, slightly taken aback by his sudden question, didn’t know how to reply. He realized Daehyun had meant did Yongguk love Minhee.

“I think so. She told me she loved him.”

A chuckle.                                                                                                           

“I don’t think he truly loved her, hyung. He killed her.”

“He d-”

“He killed her, hyung. And she didn’t hate him for killing their love.”

A scowl.

“I’m so stupid… for letting her go. I shouldn’t have done that.”

A laugh.

Himchan stared at his friend. “You know,” he his lips before speaking, “Minhee would hate seeing you like this. You’re… messed up. As offending as it sounds, she wouldn’t choose to be with a man who can’t even take care of himself. She wouldn’t want to be with a man who hasn’t shaved in weeks. You know Minhee… She doesn’t like men with beards or a moustache and by the judging look on your face, you seem to suit that description.” He tried enlightening the atmosphere and Himchan guessed that he succeeded.

Daehyun smiled a little. It was small but visible to the eye.

“Maybe I should shave today.”

“Maybe you should. She’ll like that.”

“Yeah…”

The room turned silent quickly. Before Himchan could say another word, Daehyun got up from his bed. Walking over to his desk with his back facing Himchan, he picked up the picture frame that he kept until now. It was his favourite picture with him, Minhee and her gigantic teddy bear. He had bought that for her when he saw how upset she was for one week. It did make her smile in the end.

Daehyun smirked at the photograph. That photo and the story behind it will forever be implanted in his memory. Never could he ever forget.

“I miss her. I really do. Sometimes… I feel like dying… Just to be with her.” 

a/n: this may not be the best (happy) ending but please bear this in mind that i'm letting my readers imagine what will happen after daehyun's statement. i guess you could say this is an open ending where you could think whatever you want. this is what i had in mind when i first started this story. it was supposed to be short and a little twisted, bringing you confusion and shock (i dont think i succeeded in that aspect). as for the ending of daehyun's story, i will let you come up with it on your own. i know not many people are fond with open endings but lets be a little honest here... i personally think a happy ending with rainbows and flying unicorns wouldn't fit with the mood of the story.

this angst short story is just a little experiment for me. i want to test how well i can write angst and i'm going to let my readers judge the overall grading of this story. let my readers be my reviewers. i just hope i didn't disappoint my readers with my pretty lacking in writing...

well... go and be my judge.

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