Chapter 73

“But I’m your family. You have a life here, a job… friends. What about us? What about what we need?” Yoonha starts to protest, his brows lowering and that subtle hurt returning. Pouting and reverting to kid. The spoiled little rich master of the family, Park, was always given everything he wanted by all of us. He can’t comprehend that his feelings won’t and don’t factor into my choices.

“And you have coped fine for two years without me, Yoonie. You don’t need me here anymore.”

“Yes, I do. Who said I coped? Were you here? Did you see? …You have no idea what it’s been like with you dead. Don’t tell me we coped without you because it’s not even fucking true. Why are you being this way?” Yoonah shoots to his feet, spilling his coffee as he childishly slams it on the table and paces away from me as his blood boils up. He was always a fiery one who exploded first before listening to reason. I guess he’s not different from Jyeon, even if their outward way of venting looks polar