Love, Taehyung

5

"Interesting," she folds her arms and leans back in her chair, a glint in her eyes. "Normally people barely remember their childhood, you seem to remember them vividly."

"Unfortunately, I have a sharp memory," I smile quickly. "Sometimes I wonder if I forgot Taehyung completely all the pain would go away, and it would. I would still be an A* student and I would be excited to enter university, instead I am here with you. No amount of pain could ever make me want to forget Taehyung, it would be like losing a part of me forever. I'm glad I met Taehyung, who would I be without him?"

"I think I already know the answer," she hesitates. "But why do you speak of Taehyung in third person?"

"He died." I answer dryly, hoping she won't push further.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she says before trying to change the conversation. "Taehyung is a nice name."

"I didn't think so," I chuckle remembering. "I always told him I thought his name sounded stupid."

"Can you elaborate on that?" Her pen twirls in her fingers. "If you don't mind."

"I don't mind," I try to smile. "I want to get this over with, remember?"