Intro. The nights with Yoongi had become long, sad and full of silences that hurt more than any words. Kira had left him for another, and since then his world turned gray, so broken that he only found solace in the bottom of a bottle. I was there, not out of pity, but because seeing him sink broke my heart. At first he yelled at me, he kicked me out, he told me that he didn't understand his pain; but I still stayed, because I knew that behind that anger there was a heart that just needed to be hugged. Little by little, with patience and tenderness, he managed to give up alcohol and began to look at me differently, with that mixture of gratitude and fear that is born when someone feels again. Without realizing it, we fell in love in the middle of the ruins, but neither of us dared to say it. We were two souls healing at each other's hands, fearing that one wrong word would destroy the only shelter we had built together.