YOO-MI’s POV
I woke up to the smell of Grandma cooking my favorite bokkeumbap, mixed with the smell of bacon and sausages.
My head still pounding from all the crying I did last night. Honey laid beside me where Jeonghan should have been.
My daughter refused to leave me, to sleep in her own room. She said she wanted to comfort me, but she said she didn’t know how, so she just stayed beside me and gave me the sweetest hug and kissed me every time.
My feet touched the floor and I stretched my arms over my head and walked towards the bathroom. I untied my silky red dress as it pooled down at my feet. Red. The color of my bleeding heart.
I turned on the shower knob and stepped under it. The cold water stinged as I waited for it to turn warm. When I closed my eyes, all I can see
