The house which always screamed happiness and brightness was now dull and grey. Both the house and the people in it were mourning.

The seven men who were always cheerful and talkative entered their home gloomy and silent. The house lacked everything now. Their heads were down, their eyes were red and their face looked pale. They looked tired and dead.

The youngest who hasn't spoken a word yet quietly climbed the stairs to his room, while the others just looked not having the energy to make him stay. They all sat in the living room.

"He hasn't spoken a word since, you know, the funeral." Hobi said worried.

"It will be hard. let him take his time. He was the closest to her you know. " Namjoon replied.

"I can't imagine what that boy must be going through right now. She was his everything. His eyes always shined when he was talking about her." Hobi recollected. Everybody was back after the funeral of their best friend, their little sister whom they never saw or heard but won their hearts.

"You know, she told me she would call me oppa once everything gets back to normal." Taehyung's voice broke as he remembered how he threatened her playfully in the past. Jimin patted his back warmly saying, "I should have let her win when we played."

"She used to always help me from breaking things. She always saved my clumsy ass." Namjoon chuckled as he reminisced how she would call him pabo everytime he messed up.

"Will she forget her buzz killer and her favourite oppa?" Jin said as tears brimmed on the edge.

"It will never be the same right?" Suga lamented as he broke down into tears. Everyone was shocked, Suga was always the one who kept the others sane during the past two days. Jin quickly pulled him into a hug as he gently patted his back. He needed this, he needed to let out his emotions, then only will they be able to move on.

Jungkook's pov

I plopped onto the bed right after I left them. I hugged the pillow as I let out muffled cries. I was broke. When she left, my soul left with her. I forgot how I used to live before she came into my life. Now I feel lonely and broken.

I took out the drawing I had of her's. Her eyes which I always loved now is replaced with that lifeless blue hues. Her smile which always let out a million butterflies in my stomach has now flown away. I don't think I could ever feel what she made me feel again. I gave her my all and she her's but fate was too cruel. Why? What did we do to deserve this? You could have taken me instead. You should have let her live.  Finally when she remembered her life, you had to take her away.

I stared at the ceiling placing her painting close to my chest. My ragged breaths calmed down slowly as I recollected all our times together. Her contagious laughs, her loving eyes, her interest for playing piano, her warm hugs which could take away all of my pain, the day we shared our first kiss and the day when she told me she loved me.

My eyes felt heavy as it closed down. Deep down I prayed to never be able to wake up again, so that I could go to her.

Few days later

I haven't come here after I lost her. Jin hyung forced me to come here. He said I must be the first one to come here. I wanted to be here but I knew once I come to the basement I might never want to go back to the others.

I traced my fingers through the couch which she always used to refer to as her comfiest bed. I still remember the way her cheeks heated up when I told her the comfiest place she always wanted to lay on was my beating chest.

The broken mirror that she threw away when she got frustrated that she couldn't see her reflection was still collected and safely put in the box near the drawer. I took it out as I looked at the broken shards reminding me how cute she looked when she was angry. Now I'm broken just like these shards of broken mirror.

She always hesitated to ask me to touch her when she wanted to see herself. But deep down I knew she was too intimidated by me and when I told her she smacked me in the head. I chuckled rubbing my head recollecting all those precious memories.

Something caught my attention, this must be the drawings that she never showed me. I took it from the cupboard and opened it when another paper fell to the floor. I took it and placed it on the table. I unrolled the other sheet, tearing me up. It was me. She drew my picture. There was one single stain on it, her tear drop. I have always wanted her to draw me and she always refused telling I was not that notable to be drawn. I then chuckled at how stubborn she was. But now I know she had drawn me after all. It's just I didn't knew.