it was mom's and dad's and brother's death anniversary. i visited them at the cemetery before going home after class.

i told them how i missed them, and that the rain reminds me of them.

when it rains, it's as if the raindrops whispers to me how everything is going to be alright.

from a distance, i saw a familiar figure of a boy.

he was also staring at someone else's tombstone. i looked as he put a bouquet of flowers beside it.

"jungkook." i faintly whispered.

i didn't expect him to hear my voice, but he craned his neck to my direction and blinked when he saw me.

"it's you." he said as he sat beside me.

i didn't know what to say since it's the first time jungkook talked to me so i nodded.

an awkward silence enveloped us before he broke it.

"someone of importance to you died too, huh."

i nodded again, staring at my mom's tombstone.

he spoke, "why... don't you cry? you're so emotionless even if the kids at school hurt you. even if you're life is like this, you don't ask for help. it's as if you don't care anymore whether you are hurt or not. why?"

the fact that my--scratch that-- the school's apple of the eye is asking me that question made my lips purse. i was clueless of what to say, and i rub my wrists unconsciously. nevertheless, i answered him,

"crying is the thing i already did when i haven't learned yet."

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