My phone that rested on the countertop next to me lit up and buzzed with text messages from Taeyong.
He had known where I was. He always knew and had always come to help me .
Every time I went out and drank the world away,
He came for me.
I hated that he was so caring and kind. It would be so fucking easy to forget if he was just an ass.
It would have been easier to move on.