‘shim apartment, please’

the taxi driver nods and starts the journey.

 

 

the sky isn’t raining, but your eyes are wet.

along the journey, the memories hit your mind repeatedly.

your long sleeve becomes a victim to your tears, your cries.

you keep your head up, trying to hold the tears,

but you know you will fail every time you try.

every time.

 

 

you step out from the taxi and weakly walking to the elevator.

‘floor..5, number 412’

the elevator brings you the fifth floor, slowly.

 

 

you’re standing in front of the door, trying to open the door.

‘1418’ you push the button slowly then click,

the sound of the door unlocking.

‘the password still the same’ you thought to yourself.

slowly you open the door, step into the house.

the house that full with memories.

the house still the same, the sofa, the drawings,

everything still the same except you and kim jongin.

carefully, you start to clean the dust that covered the things

in the house.

 

 

‘jongin, stop tickling me! didn’t you see I’m cleaning the dust up here?’

‘do you want me to fall?’

‘what if I didn’t want to stop?’

‘yah jo- ahhh’

fastly, jongin grabbed you from fell and picked up you like bridal style.

‘yes, I want you to fall..’

‘fall in love with me.’

he looks straight into your eyes, making your heart beaten fastly.

 

 

the memory hits you again, a little flashback enough to make

your eyes wet again and your hands are shaking.

slowly, you sit on the sofa, called all the memories that he left there.

you feel that your body like a tunnel, it just feels so empty.

yes, too empty.

 

 

you just break up with jongin 2 months ago

and you still can’t move on in your life.

sure, you still do the laundry, eat, breath

however, when it comes to reading, you reading blankly.

maybe because reading is jongin’s hobby.

 

when it comes to the reason why you break up with him,

it’s always being painful.

 

 

‘youre late, jongin’

‘why you didn’t sleep yet (y/n)? it’s already 3am’

you stood up then walked to him,

slapped him with a lot of pictures that you held in your hand.

‘so…this is what you do..’

your cheeks felt so hot, the tears flowed down like a river.

‘cheated me…’

‘(y/n), I can explain-‘

‘I don’t want to hear anything, jongin.’

 

 

and the day after,

the house just full with screaming and arguments.

his attitude changes 360 degrees,

making my heart ache a lot.

we’re yelling to each other,

and it’s getting worst day by day.

then come the day that he decided to break up.

 

 

‘I think we’re..on the different road now.’

‘jong-‘

‘yes, I found someone else.’

his words, making the heart shattered into pieces.

‘we’re over now, kim jongin. go, go away’

click, the sound the door closed.

the sound of leaving.

the last sound that I’m hear before I’m collapsed to the floor,

breathing hardly.

 

‘don’t go.’