The snow was light, the night was dark. Just like every other day, he couldn't resist a wistful glance at the small house almost hidden in a dark crevice of the street.

The house was empty, empty just like his heart. Her smile would no longer greet him from that familiar abode.

"Jungkook. "

He turned but there was nobody. Nobody around him. He was alone in a ghost street.

Yet, he could've sworn it was her voice; the beautiful, caressing whisper that belonged to only her.

Please call my name one more time.