Bas' POV

Even though I was having a lot of fun interacting with our Indonesian fans, there was this heavy cloud hanging over my head.   On the last day of our fan meet, especially, I couldn't hide the sorrow piercing through my forced smiles.

As we performed in front of our fans on the last day of our last fan meet, when all six of us would be together with P'Gxxod for the last time, my sadness became more and more intense.

As we posed in front of the cameras with the fans in the background, my chest was already feeling so tight that I could hardly breathe.

After the picture taking, all five of my co-stars in Chiffon Cake's "Two Moons the Series" went back onstage.   I tried to climb up the stage but the stage was too high for me to climb up.  P'Gxxod saw my predicament and quickly pocketed his microphone to free both his hands so that he could pull me up onto the stage.  That action of his set off loud screams of approval from the fans.  I would have felt happy about that, but my heart felt heavy at the thought that that was the last time I would ever feel P'Gxxod's hands holding me.

Sure enough, in a few minutes, P'Gxxod was announcing that he had to leave for a filming in China that his agency had assigned for him to do.  I looked at the expression on his face as he was waving good-bye to the audience.  His face was unreadable.  I couldn't tell if he was feeling sad or happy.   His facial expression just remained neutral, with just the slightest hint of a smile.

As he was about to walk away, I instinctively tugged at his shirt so that he would turn around and give me a last hug.  He did turn around and hugged me, and the others milled around us for a group hug.  I could tell however that the others, bless them, had come to surround me protectively and to show their support.

Then he started to walk away.  The moment I had dreaded had come.   At that very moment, I literally felt that my whole surrounding had darkened.   I was having a hard time breathing because my chest felt so tight.  My throat and my mouth had gone dry as well.

He just kept walking.  He never once looked back.

In the blink of an eye, the love of my life was gone.  For good.