It was again, another morning, waking in the same bed, the same room and the same blue sky. I pulled myself up and push the warm blanket away before standing up. I entered the cold bathroom that filled with cold morning air as I turned on the tap that runs cold water in early morning. I looked myself, the dreadful me in the mirror. I sighed, open the cabinet and took my toothbrush and toothpaste then start brushing my teeth and wash my face.

          As soon as the important routine in bathroom was done I opened the cabinet again and took my pills out from there, it was just a normal pills that doctor had advised me to have it ever since I was just 18. I swallow one of it as if nothing had happen or what and just left the bathroom just like that. I walked into the empty living room where voices and sounds left, only the quietness remains. I turned on the radio and played the song which I've been living for the past years before entering the kitchen to get some oat and some leftover bread from last night.

          I settled my meal on the table and had it while staring at the white painted wall just right opposite me along with the songs playing until my phone rang. I paused everything and held my phone up, "Yeoboseyo?"

          "Is this Mr Kim SeokJin?" asked the caller. I hummed a yes and was expecting the call was from the hospital or maybe the mental institute. "This is from Seoul Police Station. I'm Inspector Lee." said the caller, I hummed without caring what's going on since I really don't know why this inspector is calling. "I'm here to talk about Mr Kim NamJoon. Am I able to talk to you now?" asked the caller. I took glances at the clock and replied a yes as we discussed about a location we'll meet on.

       2 in the afternoon, I sat inside the coffee shop which the inspector suggested earlier. I ordered caramel macchiato which used to be our favourite, so sweet and so bitter just like how life used to be. "Seokjin." smiled a guy in a black cap as it reminds me the deep dimples Namjoon had while he smiles. "Inspector Lee." I faked a smile as he took off his cap and place it on the table along with the files he had in his hand.

           "Anything you want to drink?" I asked while he shook his hand and opened one of the files then place it right in front of me. "Is this Kim NamJoon that you address?" he asked while I stare at the file with some printed photos. I shook my head, "NamJoon wouldn't end his life like that. He wouldn't had tried cutting his wrist or tried to trigger himself just like that." I pushed the file away from me and drank my coffee as it tasted a lot bitter now. Everything I hoped on NamJoon just fade away and turned everything hopeless.

           "His parent's had recognized the body we found in the cargo and there's lot of things left there as it seems the parents wants you to check them out since you're the closest friend to him and you're the one he trusted the most." said Inspector Lee.

"Cargo?"