[Myname- Baby I'm Sorry]

Thunder took the papers from Joon's hands wordlessly.

"What are they?" I asked quietly.

"Two tickets to Seoul..." I covered my mouth to prevent myself from crying.

Those tickets were for me and Joon.

Lee Joon.

My head began to hurt.

I closed my eyes, only to see a smiling ten year old boy.

But it wasn't just any ten year old boy...

It was the boy from my memories...

Lee Joon.

"I-I... I remember Joon... I remember you... You can wake up now..." He didn't budge.

"Joonie." I said more louder.

"I said wake up!" Thunder only cried hopelessly.

I kept on trying to wake him up, still knowing... He's never going to wake up.

Suddenly Thunder stood up, and walked to the trailer.

"W-Where are you going?" I asked him.

"We're going to burry him, so he can... Sleep peacefully."

He grabbed two shovels from the trailer, and handed me one.

He picked up Joon's body, and set him aside.

"Dig." He commanded, and we started digging a deep hole.

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We said our goodbye's and left to the airport.

We sat in the car in silence, still in shock from Joon's sudden death.

"I think I know... Why Joon killed himself." I looked at him wide eyes.

"How?"

"Joon loved you very much. Since childhood years. He always talked about you, and my sister too. You sounded like a very nice person, and eventually I started to hang out with you too." He stopped at the red light.

"Even after your disappearance, he kept on talking about you. He even got into the government just to find you... And he eventually did, but he didn't go and see you, as much as he wanted to. He was afraid that you didn't remember him again." He started driving again, heading to the airport.

"Before he died, he said; 'I'm sorry, I couldn't have you.'... I think he saw you kiss me." Tears dripped from my eyes.

"S-So it's my fault?" My voice cracked.

"No... it's not your fault..." And that was the end of our conversation.

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We got the airport, and only talked when necessary. 

We sat at our seats on the airplane; still not talking.

I stared out the window while listening to the music on Kris's phone.

'How many more people am I going to witness dying brutally?'

I closed my eyes.

"I'm sorry Joon..."