Younghee's POV

I stood at Taehyung's bedroom door and looked at him as he laid down on the floor, hugging our photo in the frame while crying.

My heart broke into millions pieces to see him breaking down drastically like this. I hate seeing him shedding tears, though I might be the reason why he's like this.

He started to look at me, waking up from the floor slowly. His hands were shaking, his lips pursed and tears were flowing like waterfalls.

"Younghee . . ." He finally uttered a word and I smiled, causing the tears in my eyes to fall one after another.

He's so fragile that I just want to hug him, saying that I'll always be there for him and I want to apologize for everything I've done − for leaving him, letting him struggling alone, and for making him being alone after all these times.

Without any more words, he rushed to me quickly and I did the same thing. As soon as we came close, I quickly jumped and secured my legs around his waist. He surrounded my waist with his arms, keeping our balance.

I started to hug him by his neck, bringing him forward that his face rested on my collarbone.

And I just secured my arms tighter, inhaling the smell of his hair and kissing it like there's no tomorrow. I felt him still crying on my collarbone since his tears started falling even stronger.

i miss him, i miss his every fucking single thing.

"Taehyung, I miss you so much." My voice came out like whispers since my throat is all dried up from all the crying.

For a moment out there, he led me to his desk and let me sit on it. I let go of his neck, and look at him to only see his weak side flashing back to me.

taehyung, please stay strong. i'm here.

He looked at me, and I don't know why his gaze soothed me. I really miss him so much, like very much.

"Taehyung . . ." Just as the words left my mouth, he kissed me. His hands smooth over me, securing themselves around my waist. He moved his lips so fast at first as if telling me how desperate he was, but knowing that I couldn't catch up, he continued kissing me slowly instead.

His lips, just like before, are soft and gentle. I kissed him back so hard that it hurts, but this felt right.

His hands wrapped around my waist even stronger, as if telling me that he doesn't want to let me go. I lifted both of my hands that rested on the edge of the desk up and twisted my fingers into his shirt.

Yet again, he pressed his lips so hard causing my hands to move up to his neck then to his scalp, gripping it tight. He moved his hands from my waist to my cheeks, cupping them gently without breaking the kiss.

He finally let go for a moment, looking at me and I looked at him back into his eyes. They were still teary and swollen from all the crying. It's the first time that we stare long, and too intently like this.

"Taehyung ah . ." I spoke as soft as whispers because I couldn't utter a word properly. The moment I hopped down from the desk, he started to pull me into a long hug. I rested my face to his chest, smiling and shedding tears.

"Younghee, I'm so sorry.." He caressed my hair slowly. "I'm really sorry..." His voice is still cracking and my heart ached.

"It's okay, Taehyung. It's okay, uljima." I told him not to cry and I felt him nodding.

We both stayed there for a long time until I broke the hug. I led him to the living room and sat down on the couch. I sat down beside him and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming," He finally spoke and I woke up from his shoulder.

"Aish, you're not dreaming Taehyung." I pinched his cheek hard and he groaned in pain.

"B-But how? Aren't you Sarah?" He asked and I looked away from his eyes, smiling.

"That's right, I'm Sarah." I replied and he looked puzzled. "I was the one who rescued you from the water and the one who gave . . my eyes to you." I looked at him and his dubious face didn't change.

"H-How?"

"I ran away from those gangs on that day and I just ran, ran and ran. I didn't know where to go. Without even realizing it, one day had passed and I just felt lost and empty." I continued. "I decided to go to the water up ahead attempting to jump down there once again but you were there, standing on the scaffolding."

"Then it hits me. I remembered the time when you rescued me from the water, that was when my life was saved once by a person who risked his life to save mine. And yet, why do I keep wanting to die?"

I looked at him and he caressed my hair slowly. "So, my mind changed instantly. But at that moment, that person who saved my life tried to commit suicide the same way like I did."

"I rescued you from the water and did what I had to,"

"And the moment the ambulance arrived the hospital, I asked .. the doctor to give my eyes to you because I already knew about your condition." I told him and he stopped caressing my hair but he held my hand instead.

"The doctor agreed, but the moment my eyes were taken out, my lungs started to torture me. And from what I heard from the doctor, the equipments here weren't sufficient for curing my disease and the doctors here weren't skilled enough so I was transported to another branch immediately." I tried to explain it as shortly as possible.

"I came out through the operation successfully, but I was unable to see my surroundings anymore. I continued to sleep there on hospital's bed, thinking about what will I do when I get better because you know, I can't find a job or do anything with my disability." I continued and his gaze softened.

"A few days later, I heard from the doctor that there was a patient who would give both of her eyes to me. I asked the doctor what her name was, and he said it was Sarah − the same as mine. I started to wonder about life's coincidences." He gripped my hand tighter.

"Then I started to see things once again. So, I found out who she really was. She was diagnosed with the last stage of lung cancer and she's .. actually my mom." Tears started to form in my eyes but I wiped them away. I felt him bringing my head a little to rest on his shoulder.

"I was very stupid .. I saw her once on the street and she was crossing the street through red lights. I just realized at that time, she was trying to commit suicide knowing that her operation wouldn't be a success." I tried to tell him though my throat is all dried up. "I saved her so she saved me back."

"I found out about this because she left me a note . . telling me all of her problems she had on her mind. She has been going through so much stress on finding me back. She has been having a disease since she smoked a lot − even more than me. She wished that both of us would be like regular mom and daughter − shopping, having girls' talk but it didn't turn out really well."

"I want to see .. her .. I miss her." I rested my palms on my face, letting my tears roll down.

For a few seconds, I felt Taehyung bringing me forward a little. I realized that he's hugging me, so I just rested myself on his chest as he patted my back slightly and comfortingly.

"I'm sorry . . .  Things have become like this because of me," He kept saying sorry almost all the time and I shook my head a little, indicating that he's not the one at fault.

"Taehyung," I hugged him by his neck and patted his shoulder slowly. "It's not your fault, okay?" I reassured him but he hugged me tighter.

"Just stay here with me, that's all I ever need." I told him, patting his back and he nodded.

"Alright?" I broke the hug and looked at him.

"Alright." He gave me a weak smile.

thank you, taehyung.

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