Chapter 1

Why did you do this, Yeong?

Why did you kill yourself?

I unwantedly lean back on my stool, and the cold wall behind me embraces my back. The coldness spreads across my body, making me shiver once again.

I don't believe it.

"Jung, sweetheart," An old voice calls me. I look up, and it's Yeong's grandmother.

I quickly wipe my tear-stained checks and stand up. "It's time to take him," she says with a broken voice.

No! Please don't ask me to do this...

My feet get heavy as my face goes cold. Only if I could go back to that day, and show him how precious he is to us. Maybe he would not have taken this step.

But I had to. I walk up to the coffin and pick it up with shaky hands. I walk out, and millions of people are standing outside the gate.

"We are reporting live from the great hall of Seoul where the young idol Kang Yeong's funeral is being held. The young talented artist committed suicide at the young age of 21," the reporters breathlessly reported.

After putting the confine in the car, I step back, curl up my fists and walk away.

I'm sorry, Yeong.

Just then. I get swarmed by all the reporters.

"Sir, Mr. Kim Jung, what do you have to say about this?"

"Your friend killed himself. Did you know he was going to do this to himself?"

"Sir, please answer,"

I stand there, and when I hear the car's engine roar to start, my eyes get teary. My head turns toward the car. I feel as if my whole world is being taken away from me. My heart aces as my knees begin to give in.

I want to run after it; I want to hold you in my arms just once and tell you. How much I love you.

Only if I had been more courageous and told you about my feelings.

Only If I could go back in time,

and tell you what you meant to me,

Just see you once again,

Just one more time.