Sunyeon rolled his eyes, looking displeased with what I just said.

However, instead of feeling guilty for breaking into someone's house without their permission, he said something really hurtful.

"You look sick. No wonder he always came to me to make him satisfied. If you didn't pretend to run away from him, maybe none of this would have happened," Sunyeon said cruelly.

I stared at this shameless young man for a long time before finally, I tried hard to get up from the sofa and get into the bedroom.

In here, I opened the wardrobe and started looking for the piece of paper I had tucked between the folds of clothes. After finding what I was looking for, I immediately hobbled out to meet Sunyeon.

Standing right in front of him, I threw the diagnostic paper right at Sunyeon's face. I glared at him angrily, yelling, "I really am sick! And I didn't pretend to run away from him!"

Sunyeon slowly bent down to pick up the paper that had fallen on the floor. He stared at it for a moment and a faint look of surprise revealed on his face.

Exhaling silently, I said once again, "You may think that I've only just found out about your closeness with him, but it's actually been a long time ago. But, I just kept quiet. If only I wanted to get angry and scold you like people generally do when they found out their partner was having an affair, I've been doing it for a long time ago."

I really didn't want to bring this up again. However, since this kid had gone too far and on top of that, I, who had wanted to say so many things to him couldn't help but say everything.

"You've been here before, haven't you? If I wanted to vent my anger, I would have vented it back then to you. But I'd rather be silent and pretend to be blind." Paused, I chuckled a little before continuing, "But, when we met at the airport, I gave you a chance to be with him. I'm sure you put a lot of effort into persuading him to come back to you, right? And did he come back to you? No, right? So, who do you think is—"

"Shut up! I came here to look for Hoonsik, not to hear your speech!"

Sunyeon had been holding back his emotions for a long time. However, once he heard my words, it might make him realize the truth, while he couldn't face the truth so he hastily cut off my words.

However, as soon as he said that, I immediately gave him a hard slap in the face!

"I've wanted to do that to you for a long time, you know. And now, please, get out of my house."

Even though I was angry, I tried to say my words politely. After all, I had to maintain my dignity in front of someone like him. I said again, "Hoonsik isn't here. So, now, please get out of here."

Sunyeon's eyes filled with tears after getting a hard slap in the face. He looked at me with eyes filled with many emotions, then quickly left this place without a word.

I fell silent as soon as the door closed. In the mid of this empty room as if there was a lot of applause that ended my success because it had taught my lover's affair a lesson.

But, I didn't feel happy at all apart from feeling guilty. I felt that I had been too cruel to him. I shouldn't blame him but I couldn't feel sorry either. He deserved it!

After a few seconds, I slowly walked towards the sofa and sat hugging my knees on the sofa.

In this room, I purposely didn't turn on the light, letting some light get in through the window through the white curtains that hadn't been opened.

The darkness in this room was how I felt right now. I seemed to have lost light, and circumstances no longer attracted me to any single point of light as if letting my soul sink into the darkness filled with despair and pain within.

I wasn't enjoying it, but just punishing myself.

Amid my feelings, I kept wondering in my mind why Sunyeon was looking for Hoonsik here. I kept thinking about it but couldn't find the answer.

Until suddenly the doorbells rang in stillness as if pulling my soul back from misery. I stared at the door in amazement and thought that no one would visit this place.

All of Donghwa's colleagues must have known about Donghwa's death news, and they must also think that no one was here. I thought that there wouldn't be someone who would come by pressing the bell-like that … it … sounded like someone had found out that someone was in this place.

But, who?

It couldn't be the reporters. After all, if it was a reporter, what was he looking for here?

Or, could it be Daehyun?

At first, I was sure it was Daehyun. But, as soon as I thought about the words of one of his men that Daehyun wouldn't return in a few days, I gradually became doubtful.

I suddenly thought of Hoonsik. Now, I was sure that it must be Hoonsik because he said last night that he would come today. That's probably also why Sunyeon came looking for him here.

I slowly stood up and walked towards the door. However, when the door opened, the big black man last night was standing in front of the door with a plastic bag of food in his hand. He didn't smile, kept his face straight, and spoke, "Mr. Park, I brought you breakfast."

Handing me the plastic bag of food, I was silent for a moment. At first, I just stared at the plastic food for a long time, but in the end, took it. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sir."

Even though this big man looked grim, his words sounded polite.

After that, I then closed the door.

Turning on the light, I went to the dining table and put the plastic food on it. This was a bowl of rice porridge that was still warm. It seemed the black man just bought it and immediately brought it for me.

However, even though I felt hungry in the stomach, I wasn't at all interested in eating it even if it was only a spoonful. How could I possibly eat it in this place?

I was about to throw it away, but when I remembered that this person was Daehyun's man, it would be a shame to just waste it. So, I put the food back on the table. I looked at the porridge, reluctant to eat it.

But, moments later, I decided to take only one bite, then stopped.

Sitting for a long time, I slowly lifted my gaze and swept my gaze around the room with weak eyes filled with pain.

Every time I stared at a spot in this room, Donghwa's figure was reflected in the ruins of my memory. I was sure, I was hallucinating and smiling in this bitterness.

All the events of the past from the very beginning of occupying this house to our breaking up; all the fun and painful things we had been through; laugh and cry that we had ever felt; everything played like a documentary in my head.

I looked straight ahead and immediately saw the shadow of Donghwa smiling at me. I smiled ironically.

In the past, we always ate together at this dining table, and he would always smile like that. However, that familiar smile didn't last until the end.

Until when he started to change, the atmosphere at the dining table also completely changed without a single joy.

The food I always ate with him used to taste really good, but being alone lately, it tasted like rotten food for days.

Recalling everything, it was like a bayonet slashing through my chest, right through my ribs. It hurt. I couldn't help but cry over all the sweet and bitter memories of our relationship.

Until the doorbell rang once and immediately the memories were shattered. I stared blankly at the door, and the sound of the next doorbell immediately woke me up. I immediately stood up and walked to the door to open it.

It was Hoonsik. He seemed to be carrying quite a few things. There was a plastic bag, a medium-sized square box, and a bouquet of colorful carnations, looking so beautiful.

I froze for a moment before weakly asking him to come inside.

We sat in the living room. Hoonsik put the square box on his lap and put the other things on the table. Then, he handed me the black square box while speaking in a low voice, "Mr. Park, these are Mr. Lee's personal stuffs."

Hearing the phrase regarding "personal stuffs", I was stunned in silence. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed it very slowly, then carefully opened it.

Inside the box were a silver watch that he often wore, his cell phone, and a wallet. Looking at them, was indeed Donghwa's personal belongings.

I tried to be strong to accept Donghwa's death, but as soon as I saw these things again, unwillingness gradually rose in my heart. I really couldn't accept this harsh reality completely.

I can't ....

I'm not strong enough ....