She grabbed the hot ceramic dish with a kitchen towel, and carried it to the dining table. She set it down and turned towards the kitchen to grab another one.

The news was playing in the background. She stopped to listen as a familiar name caught her attention.

"Jeon Jungkook, the youngest and last living member of the once world famous boyband, BTS, died in his sleep last night, at the age of 79, on the death anniversary of Late Kim Seokjin, the oldest member of BTS."

She dropped the dish in her hands and it shattered on the floor, It's contents splashing on everywhere.

Her weak, old knees gave out. At the sound of the dish shattering, her grand children came running towards her.

"Grandma, what happened? Are you okay?" They asked her, worried.

With the help of her family, she managed to stand up on her feet. She dragged herself to the couch and sat down with a thump.

She gave her grandchildren a set of instructions. A few minutes later, they attached the old cd player to the TV.

A track started playing. A train whistle. Rattling of tracks.

She clutched at her heart as tears streamed down her face. "One last time." She whispered to herself.

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