Seungri stared at Jiyong, the only source of illumination coming from the end of the cigarette stick he was consuming. He tried memorizing Jiyong’s every feature, dissecting each and every perfect imperfection while his mind raced with a thousand thoughts and a thousand outcomes. But really, he has always known that what they had was inevitable, and so was its end.

“I wanted it to last. But I guess I’m not what you need right? And now I realize, you’re also not what I need. We became each other’s addiction and that’s never healthy. But I noticed recently that you’ve been happier. I guess you found someone who can give you what I can’t right? She’s not like me. When you’re with her, you won’t have to hide. With her you can be you. And I get that, I really do. And I’m happy for you. So I’m going to give you the thing you’ve wanted since you met her. I’m going to give you your freedom. I’m going to let you go, for real this time. Be happy Jiyong”, Seungri said as he touched Jiyong’s face one last time.

Seungri then abruptly turned around, hoping that his retreat was not too late. Hoping against hope that Jiyong did not see the tears as they fell from his face.

Jiyong sighed as he took one last puff from his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. He then watched Seungri’s silhouette begin to get dimmer and dimmer until it blended with the darkness of the night. Jiyong left before the last ember of his cigarette faded into nothing.