Kyungsoo takes four steps backwards and runs his fingers across his unkempt black hair. “What am I doing?” He chuckles, “Why am I talking to a ghost?”
Joonmyun opens his eyes slowly. When he lifts his face, a smile is still playing on Kyungsoo’s lips. “You came for me, didn’t you?”
“What are you talking about,” the words comes out trembling and Joonmyun can hear the fear in his own voice; can taste the bitter taste the words left on the tip of his tongue.
Kyungsoo says nothing in response and instead walks towards the piano, taking the small bottle he’s brought with him back in his hand. “I’m sorry I’m such a coward and not brave enough to face death like you did,” he says and uncaps the bottle, taking one pill out; hand surprisingly steady. “I’m really sorry, Joonmyun.”