I can't ignore his accusing tone. I am so ashamed that he has to see me like this. And I am a little upset that Junhong couldn't keep his mouth shut for even an hour. 

And I just missed him. 

"I let him in," my mom says from the doorway, "I saw him coming up the driveway. Talk to him. You guys need each other." Then she leaves, closing the door to give us the much needed privacy. I look up at Yongguk, his dark brown eyes looking into mine, filled with worry, sorrow and also a slight glimpse of happiness.

I can't believe he is here, holding me in his strong arms like he used to every day. Ik grab his shirt and start crying even harder, he keeps on whispering sweet nothings. The guilt is taking me over, I feel like the worst person in the world.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry," I sob. He my back, presses his lips to my cheek.

"I know. It's okay. I'm here now." 

I cry. For hours and hours and hours. And Yongguk sits beside me, listening to my story. And then he cries too. I feel terrible. He was so worried about me, broken hearted because I made him believe that he was no longer the one my heart belonged to. And he never, not even for a second, stopped loving me, he tells me. My heart seems to come back to life, and it's only now that I realize it was dead without him. I need him. So much.

So much.

"When is your next treatment?" He asks after we have spent a while in complete silence, listening to