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It was late at night when brown eyes snapped open, his gaze quickly darting towards the space next to him, hoping that just maybe he would be there. But he wasn’t, and he hadn’t been there for years now. The empty space was just a cruel reminder of his loss and the change that came about in his life that robbed him of so much: the person he cared for and loved most, Gun Park.
He was partially to blame for his own suffering, as Gun made it clear from the very beginning that Charles Choi was important and the only one worthy of his gaze. There were times, however, when his attention was directed at Joongoo, and it made him feel as if he was important to the dark-haired man as well.
How pathetic Goo was to think he could ever compete against Charles Choi.
Now, after all these years, he lies in a cold and empty bed, waiting for the day he can learn to forget Gun and move on with his life.