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The warm rays of the sun shone through the curtain, basking its light on the sleeping figure curled under the bedsheets. Yoosung wept softly into his pillow wishing, no hoping this whole ordeal had been a nightmare. That Rika was still alive and well and planning the next party for the RFA. No matter how much he hoped and prayed, somewhere deep inside of him, he knew she wasn't returning. He knew he would never see her vibrant energy again. The thought made him want to cry more. It made him want to break something, it made him so angry that he couldn't have done anything to prevent it. Thoughts swelled in his head, telling him that he was the reason she was gone.
A soft knock at the door stirred him from his thoughts. 'Who could that be?" Yoosung thought as he lifted the covers and rose from the bed. The knocking got progressively louder as Yoosung shuffled to the door. He grasped the cool handle and opened the door slightly. The red haired figure in front of him gave a soft smile.
"Hey Yoosung!" Said the red head "When I heard that you didn't go to Zen's performance I thought I'd pay you a visit. Are you doing okay?"
Yoosung wiped his tear stained face and smiled back at him.
"Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?" Yoosung said trying his best to sound happy, but his voice must of deceived him as Seven's smile was replaced with a frown.
"Yoosung, are you lying to me?" Seven said trying to peer into Yoosung's apartment.
"What reason would I have to lie to you?" Yoosung questioned as he positioned himself where Seven couldn't see inside.
Seven stared at Yoosung inspecting his every detail. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, dark bags laid under his eyes. The kid looked like he hadn't slept in days. He could tell Yoosung hadn't stopped grieving Rika. He understood as that was a person that he was close to, but he was worried for his friends health. Yoosung used to be a brilliant student. Getting honors in his classes, engaged in class, not skipping classes to play games. Now all Yoosung wanted to do was stay in his apartment. He used to be so engaged with the other members, but after Rika's death he distanced himself from them.
"Sorry Seven but I have some school work to get done so I can't spend to much time chatting. I hope you understand." Yoosung said pulling Seven from his thoughts.
Seven looked him up and down before responding. "Don't worry about it! I completely understand. I'm just glad you're actually doing your school work instead of just playing games." Seven started down the corridor of the apartment before stopping. He turned back to Yoosung giving him one last smile.
"If you need anything don't forget you can call me anytime." Seven said turning back and leaving the apartment building.
"Thank you, I will!" Yoosung called out to Seven just before he left. After he saw that Seven had left the building, he shut the door and made his way to the living room. He wished he could tell Seven what was wrong, but he was scared. What if Seven didn't understand? What if he made him uncomfortable? He didn't want to ruin his friendship so he stayed quiet. Yoosung sighed loudly as he laid down on the couch. The soft material somehow soothing the boy.
Yoosung's thoughts began to swirl. The voices in his head blaming him for Rika's death.
"If only you had been a good cousin to her."
"If only you had made her happy."
"You did this to her. You killed Rika. She hated you."
Yoosung began to loudly cry, grabbing a nearby couch pillow and squeezing it to his chest. His body violently shaking from his sobs. They were right, he was at fault. If he had notice Rika's unhappiness maybe she would still be alive. Maybe if he was a better person he wouldn't be so lonely.