"I've lost him. My bestfriend, my soulmate, my smile, my laugh, my everything. Jimin was my happiness. And what you see right now just an empty shell. I'm hollow."
The man in his late forties looked at me sadly. There is no light in his eyes. And as he said earlier, that man is just an empty shell without a soul. Is like i'm talking to a ghost.
"But, I could share a bit story about him." The way he speaking is like an very old man who's mumbling of every his words. With his heavy voice, that man, Kim Taehyung, starting his story with big smile in his lips.
"Story about my lovely angel, Park Jimin. How strong that little guy. How is he still be able to strengthen me despite of his condition. Jimin was, suffering more than four years. I was the one who kept him. I did not allow him to give up."
"You see, this ring?" He flaunts a silver ring on his pinkie. Which looks exactly the same as the ring on his ring finger.
"It's our wedding ring. And this one," He show me another ring that hanging around his neck dangling by a long silver chain necklace. "It's his latest ring. Because our wedding ring is got a lot bigger on his finger as he lost so much weight. It kept fall when he's move. So we just got another ring"
As I hear his story, I just realise, what kind of feeling that I got from the first time I lay my eyes on this man.
