Losing someone dear to your heart always brought enormous pain and life-long drive, a sole remembrance of devastation, plastered with hundreds of sleepless nights and restless days. I've been through it, not only when I lose my parents but also when I watched my brother dying and the worse, my moon blessed killed him.

I could feel his pain surprisingly. The look he had on his face was once on mine, tears that were souvenirs of our sufferings.

I wanted to reassure him, to hold his fragile body in my arms, and alleviate him that everything was going to be fine, but I knew none of this mattered, knowing neither...