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"Dokja."
Yoo Joonghyuk called out my name in a cracked whisper. His eyes started to reflect and shake as tears started to well in the corner of his eyes.
He reached out one of his hands, but it ended up going through me. I was disappearing.
It was too late, I thought.
I stood there silently, staring back at him. My chest was swelling, my heart was hurting, and the thin line of red string that had connected us started to wither away.
Yoo Joonghyuk desperately reached out for the red string, but it kept slipping out of his grasp.
.. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I found it ironic how, well, there was a situation like this once on how it was always me tugging on it, but..
To see Yoo Joonghyuk, desperately pulling at useless strings in order to keep me..
“I'm sorry, Joonghyuk-ah.”
I closed my eyes as a dark void, not welcoming nor cold, enveloped me.
The last thing I saw was Yoo Joonghyuk reaching out for me.