Dahyun looked around the waiting room. It feels so dead, but she understands why.
It's because she's not here. If she was here, everything would feel lively. She doesn't fail to make her feel alive. Did she do the same for her?
No, she didn't. It was always her doing everything to make her happy. Whenever she feels down, she would always go to her. Whenever she has a problem, she would always ask her for help.
She shouldn't have done those. She should've made her happy instead. She should've help her instead.
She didn't notice she was already crying while thinking of her. It's too late now. All she can do now is cry for her.
