"I've lost him."

"My bestfriend,"

"My soulmate."

"My smile, my laugh, my everything. Jimin was my happiness. And what you see right now just an empty shell. I'm hollow."

The man in his late forties looked at me sadly. There is no light in his eyes. And as he said earlier, that man is just an empty shell without a soul. Is like i'm talking to a ghost.

"But, of course, I could share a bit story about him."

The way he speaking is like an very old man who's mumbling of every his words. With his heavy voice, that man, Kim Taehyung, starting his story with big smile in his lips.

"Story about my lovely angel, Park Jimin."

"About how strong that little guy is. How is he still be able to strengthen me despite of his condition."

"Jimin was, suffering more than four years. I was the one who kept him. I did not allow him to give up."

"You see, this ring?" He flaunts a silver ring on his pinkie. Which looks exactly the same as the ring on his ring finger.

"It's our wedding ring. And this one,"

He show me another ring that hanging around his neck. Dangling by a long silver chain necklace.

"It's his latest ring. Because our wedding ring is got a lot bigger on his finger as he lost so much weight. It kept fall when he's move. So we just got another ring. And now I'm wearing all of them."

As I hear his story, I just realise, what kind of feeling that I got from the first time I lay my eyes on this man. A feeling that almost can't be described by words. Such a sincere love.

The same feeling when I saw my old dad, back when he is still alive. The way he starring at the bright sunny sky as he missing my mom. That longing feeling. The emptiness that clearly show on both of his eyes. It's the exactly same feeling.

"I lost my mom because of this disease either, gyusunim."

"She's gone when i was two. Maybe that is why, I didn't even miss her. I mean, I barely remember her face."

"But I can't lie. My dad was as devastated as you now. You guys have the exact same looks on you eyes."

"He was very good dad. Never let me feels that losing my mom would effect my daily life. He really take good care of me. Play with me. He does every house chores. Never hired a housemaid. Even help me with all my homework. Read me all the story books. And still be able to go to office in the morning."

"You got very good dad, Hyejin-ssi."

"The best dad, for sure. The best dad that only in drama tv show you could see. But still, every single night, he would crybon his room. Quietly. And it's torturing me."

"I was like that too, at first. Jimin even ask me not to cry in his funeral. I'm trying my best to looks strong. So nobody will pity on me..."

"You know, Hyejin-ssi, the hurtest part it's not the goodbye. Not the part that you realized you really lost him, either. But when looking back, all the the places, all the things, the memories that will make you remembering him. The pain that struck your heart. The longing. That is, that's torturing me. "