Morning brings nothing but dread and utter heartbreak as she sees Jungkook move around the bedroom, packing his clothing.

As opposed to the first time he did this, this time he is completely calm.

The acceptance in his eyes has grown from a tiny gleam to something a stranger could now decipher if they studied his face.

Though he still looks heartbroken, there are no tears falling in this moment.

There is even a sad smile etched on his perfect features that she loves with her entire heart.

"I know I have to let you go," he speaks calmly as she sits on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest. "I have to move on."

"I know," she whispers. "I know that, baby. It still breaks my heart though. I don't want to be without you."

He continues to pack his belongings, being careful to fold his shirts in the way that she taught him.

"I will always love you, my beautiful girl," he says, a single tear rolling down his face as he picks up his suitcase and moves to the doorway.

He turns to look at their bed one last time, his eyes moving to linger on the window whose curtains always stay open because it's what she's always loved.

"Goodbye, baby," he says, a finality in his voice as he sighs softly.

She hears his footsteps fade down the hallway, and after she hears the door close, she breaks down completely.

"I love you, and I'm sorry, Jungkook... I'm so sorry that I died that day."