Warning: Angst-ness. Possibly but hopefully no OOC. Oh, and by the way, if you don't like the idea of Roger and Yoon together, you might want to leave now. You have been warned.

Flashbacks are in italics. Thought are in bold italics.

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CHAPTER ONE

REGRET

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--Roger's POV --

Love is like the blue sky; it’s far from reach yet it’s near for comfort.

Did anyone ever tell you; how beautiful your eyes are, Yoon? Brown… They were deep, rich, strong… And shining… Like the brightest gem I’ve ever seen.

“Morgan.”

They were emanating power, calmness, and irresistible beauty.

“Morgan!” A pair of hands cupped my cheeks gently, waking me up from my reverie. “What is it, Morgan?” You weren’t smiling as usual, and I could see those opened brilliant deep brown eyes held a great amount of concern instead of the usual mischievousness and fake innocence.

“Nothing,” I took your hands off from my face and looked away, unable to lock gaze with you anymore. Because I knew slowly but sure a blush was creeping up on my cheek as I felt a warm breath of yours which was only worsened everything. This wasn’t the first time you caught me staring at you, lost in your beautiful sparkling brown eyes while admiring them.

It wasn’t my fault if they were so captivating.

You chuckled softly as if saying that you understood everything what was happening to me. A smile carved on your lips, but this one (I realized) was different from any of your ‘innocent’, ‘devious’, or ‘evil’ trademark ones. It was a genuine and beautiful smile which always made my heart skipped a beat. I wondered whether you did that purposely. Then you leaned down before kissing the tip of my nose.

“I love you, Morgan…”

I dared my self to stare back into your brave brown orbs, “really?”

“Yes, yes, really!”

I wrapped you in a warm comfortable embrace as you responded by encircling your arms around my neck. “I love you too, Yoon… really…”A small smile formed on my lips as I breathed in your ear before resting my chin on the top of your head.

“I know…” You snuggled into my chest at the same time inhaling the familiar mint scent and faint spiciness which were only belong to me, as my slender fingers absently running up and down your back, lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

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You look so peaceful, Yoon! I couldn’t take my eyes from you who were lying down so serenely in front of me with hands folded on your bosom. If I don’t know you better, I’d think you are sleeping right now and any moment you’ll wake up and tease me as usual just to assure me that everything is alright...

But of course, I knew you too well! There is no life in you, Yoon. Your usual smiling face is only radiating cold. It’s lifeless. Cold… Unconsciously, I touched my lips.See? Even I still can feel the coldness from our last kiss.

Of course I knew everything wasn’t fine. You should’ve been with me, teasing me, plotting your next weird jokes… Not there! Not in that wooden coffin lying… alone. It didn’t suit you! How come it would be fine?

No matter how hard I denied it, everything wouldn’t be the same anymore. Not without you, Yoon… I…I can’t live… Oh God… I just can’t…

Tears were streaming down my cheek which I didn’t even bother to wipe it away. I’ve lost counts how many times I cry and stop just to cry again. What a fool am I! You might’ve teased me if you see me like this.

“Roger, she wouldn’t want to see you like this!” Someone was standing right in front of me.

I didn’t bother to look up because I knew who the owner of the soft high pitched voice was. “Thank you for coming, Miss Wettimber.”

“Yoonmi was my friend too, Roger. And so are you!” She kneeled down before me and took my hands with hers, demanding my attention, then turned my face towards her making dark lifeless crimson eyes met sad dull lavender ones. “Don’t be like this… Roger…” Gently, she ran his thumb on my cheek, wiping away the pearl of tears. “She wouldn’t be happy seeing you like this.”

I was confused; I thought she was going to snap at me since I called her ‘Miss Wettimber’ albeit not deliberately. Years has passed since she was a student in graduate school, and Tiffany Wettimber wasn’t that keen with her old ‘title’ nowadays. But instead of doing the predictable she was being extremely understanding and comforting to me. That’s so unlike you, Miss Wettimber!

Yet I refused when she tried to pull me to rest against her shoulder. “You still have a life to live for, Roger!” Not planning on giving up, she continued in a much softer voice, “You have to carry on because I know Yoonmi wished your happiness above all.” Her shaken voice reminded me about Yoon’s last wish, and then I was no longer able to hold back my grief anymore. I cried a river with howls of pain muffled in my sleeves as I gave myself away completely into the coldness of my arms. A gentle hand caressing my hair as soft and comforting words were whispered in my ears, trying to ease the bleeding pain.

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You came out of our room, asking me, who was watching TV in the living room, “What do you think?” You were turning around happily while showing me your new dress eagerly.

I tilted my head to the side, “Sky blue?” I gave you a confused look, “I thought you love pink.”

You clasped your hands and returned my look with a happy yet mischievous smile, “Aw… my dear Morgan. I didn’t know you knew so much about me.”

I threw you a cushion which you dodged it perfectly before settling down next to me on the couch; you were just smiling brightly, “Yes, I do. But I think a change would be nice. Don’t you think it looks pretty on me with my brown eyes?”

“Mm…whatever,” Your eyes are far richer than any color, Yoon. Not even the color of the sky or all the water from great Neptune’s sea can match up to them. But just like any other thoughts of mine, I kept it secret.

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I cried from all the regret which was consuming me. If only… if only…I could tell you my feelings. If only I could tell you everything, Yoon! “I’m sorry… Yoon. I’m sorry… please... forgive me…” I choked weakly, knowing it was a useless plea...

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“Yoonmi!”

“Yes...”

“What have you done with the salad?”

“I just put a little bit of Japanese wasabi on it.” You smiled sweetly, seeing me frantically pouring lots of water down to my throat “Don’t you like it?”

“Hell no! Who’d want to eat salad with wasabi? Heck, who will even eat WASABI?”

“Me.”

“Besides you.”

“You, my dear Morgan.”

“You’re crazy!” I snapped, giving you a very annoyed look, “And stop smiling!”

“Oh...? You don’t like my smile?”

“It’s irritating.”

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“Yoon!”

“Hm...”

“You’re squeezing my hands.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, you are! Now let go off them.”

“But I can’t... not if I want to teach you how to wash dishes properly.”

“I’m a grown man. I can do it by my own.”

“You need to rub it harder, Morgan.”

“Yoonmi! Stop it!”

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I hate myself... my stubborn pride; I hate everything about me. I wanted to say how beautiful they were… your eyes. How lovely they were… your smiles.

But most of all, I wanted to say how important it was for me… your presence by my side. I choked, suffocating from all the regret. It’s too late...

--To be continued--

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