Today he found a piece of paper. And he found a scribble on it.

Her scribbles.

I purple you, daddy.

He smiled bitterly, as he saw the word Taehyung had taught his daughter a long time ago.

I purple you daddy.

He remembered the exact way she lisped the word, with a wonderful smile on her face, and how he had smiled even when he was tired because her happiness was his happiness.

The sobs raked his body as he smiled through his tears, longing to feel her small arms hug him and tell him not to cry just like how she had before.

Behind that smile that looked at me,
I'm going to draw a beautiful purple.