Can You See Me?

<p>Emptyness<br/>Yes, That's this feeling. I thought opening my eyes.<br/>I feel as if I've been cut off, a piece missing, lost in the universe, blindly searching...but for what?<br/>It's strange though.<br/> I thought as I glanced around at the other members. Who are sitting on the same couch, vigorously watching the group performing on the screen. <br/><br/>Such Enthusiasm? I thought to myself with a shake of my head.<br/> "Sigh"... It's such a foreign feeling, to me now. <br/>Thinking about the past. Would I look like them, right now? Would I also be that joyous and enthusiastic in appearance. <br/>I shake my head again.<br/>No. This is my life now and I'm not the same me as I was back then.<br/><br/>I sighed again, which caught the attention of Jin. Who shot me a concerned look. So I gave him a small smile and nod, as to say I'm fine.<br/>This appeared to satisfy him some what. If not for the occasional side eye he was giving me. I rolled my eyes and shifted my attention away from him. Feeling a slight sting of regret in my chest that I'm still troubling the other members.<br/>I looked up at the screen at our on-going performance introduction. Focus drifting to the date running across the bottom of the screen: 6.22.19.<br/><br/>Has it really been a month that's gone by now?<br/><br/>I closed my eyes, thinking back to that day, a month and a half ago. <br/> <br/>The warm, solid, and realistic feeling of her in my arms. <br/> I'm happy, but not really. She's leaving and I know I should be happy. Cause for a while now she's been lost. I found her when no one else was looking or even knew how to help her. <br/>Now she knows where she belongs.<br/>Ahh... but it's killing me. <br/>She's crying. <br/>I can hear her faint sobs and the shaking of her body. I can also feel a slight dampness forming on the right side of my shirt. Where she is laying her head against my chest underneath my chin.<br/><br/>She was so happy just a while ago after learning where she needs to be. However, reality has set in and its time for her to go. Which is not with me.<br/> But...<br/> I still have this selfish desire that she will stay and choose me instead.<br/><br/>The seconds tick by while I held her in my arms. I can still remember the sensation of her receding form in my arms. Then complete absence. <br/><br/>I still miss her...</p>