I moved.
For the first time in my life, I took a decision for myself.
Because of him.
I rented a small house away from the house which I used to live. Though Mrs. Moon is getting some parts of my money, the remaining money is more than enough for me to have a normal life in here while paying the rent.
"This is beautiful Hana. You can live peacefully now"
"Hmm"
"What's wrong?"
I looked at Jungkook with a blurry vision.
"Hana..."
I looked down and let out all the tears which were threatening to roll down from my eyes.
I felt Jungkook's arms around me. He rested my head on his shoulder and slowly caressed my hair while I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed on his chest.
"I...miss her Jungkook"
"You don't have to. She never-"
"I miss my mom"
'I miss my mom'
'My mom'
I wonder what kind of woman she would have been.
I've never experienced parental love.
Untill my that woman told me that painful truth, I really have believed that she was my mom and I would be able to get her love one day. Maternal love.
As Jungkook got.
As every other child around me got.
'Is it really that important?'
'Yeah. It is really important as I have never been loved like other children around me'
I spent almost all of my life as a living dummy.
So is it too much to ask for love?
Sometimes I wonder how it feels.
Knowing that I won't ever be loved like that.