In the darkness, with just a small fainted light, He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at his empty hand. Mino remembered this hand being filled with yours as a completed piece of puzzle. He remembered having your ring around his forefinger, now his hands was empty as well as his heart.

Your face that night pained him, but he had no other choice but continue what he was doing; the air out of this girl, kissing her in the most passioned way, roaming his hands over her body. He needed to make you hate him, he needed to let go of you.

With a cruel cold eyes, he stared straight at your eyes through the whole make out sessions. He would close them when his heart clinching with pain, wishing it was you, who were with him right now. He wished he could run to you and hug, tell you that, who was doing this, wasn’t him.

A tear slipped down your cheeks when you saw him, taking of his ring, his lips still sealed with the girl he was making out with, dropping it to the ground. You knew he was doing to get you away from him because your parent asked him to. You knew that he was doing this against his well, but it was too much for your heart to take.

Another tear skipped as the ring rolled over the ground and stopped under your feet. You picketed it up before looking at Mino one more time with a smile. He was giving up on you.

Mino could forget the way he felt when you smiled. His heart stopped at that moment. He did it. He lost you