A few months passed. I'll be working at the cafe as usual with Chae-won, even though she ditches me sometimes. They are going to tour soon, and I'll miss him.

Today at work hasn't been that well since I haven't seen him. Chae-won tried to cheer me it worked a bit; she even put their songs to play in the cafe. I told myself that I would be able to see him after his tour and when he had more free time like he used to. He got very popular these last few months.  

We all went out to eat chae-won and the others that work at the cafe. We went to do karaoke which reminded me of that one time Jong and I went together. I drank too much. I feel bad for making Chae take me home.

Jong and I facetime from time to time when he's free; he tells me he misses his milk tea even though he can get milk tea anywhere. His member Tae texts me sometimes and tells me how Jong is. I didn't go to work since I had a lot in mind. Chae let me have a day off. I went shopping to distract myself, and I got him something. I also got his dog something cute. 

I didn't miss any of his interviews; I was always there to support him. I did notice that he looked more and more tired in each interview. This one hit me hard, knowing I can't do much for him since we aren't in the same place right now. He talked about how his depression isn't letting him be himself and is taking over him. It made me feel worthless, not knowing he was suffering, and I didn't notice it since he was hiding it well. 

The next few days, I worked and worked, and that night, I got a call from Jong telling me the news I never wanted to hear. Tonight I was supposed to go back and welcome him home. I was supposed to make him happy. I thought everything was going fine. I told Chae and rushed to the hospital; he was in emergency surgery. His manager gave me this letter and a box. He told me Jong had left this for me when he found him in his house. The doctor came and told us he didn't make it. I didn't have the chance to say goodbye the last I love you was through the phone. Now I can't even tell him that anymore and  I can't tell him I'm pregnant, which I was going to say to him when  I was going to welcome him.

I went home and cried. I opened the letter, and I read it. I stayed in my room for the past few weeks after the funeral. I didn't eat; I lost a lot of weight. I opened the box, and it was a ring. I started wearing the ring. I never took it off, and I never plan on taking it off; it reminds me of him. Sometimes I still feel his presence next to me. I hope we meet one day again, even in the next life. I'll see you again before the spring until next time.