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A week later. One burial. At the funeral; your mother, sister and me. I do not think I will ever forget it, you know.
How cold Namjoon's hand was on my shoulder. How silent Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin stood on common ground.
The only sound I could hear was Jungkook's muffled sobs, comforted by Jin hyung; who held him in a tight embrace.
I still remember how Seokjin's tired, lifeless eyes bore into mine. It was not the first funeral he had been to and he was awfully quiet.
You were precious to him, Zareen.
YOU ARE READING
MONOTONE
Short StoryEverything looks like it is in monotone. Just like a music score, just like a keyboard.
