Sore Loser

Though it was already over, Hakki could not help but reminisce about all the things that they did in those fifty plus years that they spent together. Hakki walked around the streets as he had an expression of absolute emptiness. Hina, the Eighth Spirit of Love wanted to follow him in order to see if he was alright and such, but after witnessing that Hakki wanted to be left alone, she relented and exhaled. "Oh, Hakki…" she said to herself as his back was now turned against her own direction.