Too much time has passed for me to stay in my daze. After the initial regrets, logic kicked in and things started looking clearer.

We ended, and there's no going back.

Whatever it was, Minwoo didn't seek to fix the break up. He just wanted to end things on a good note.

And so, whether or not we were meant to end didn't seem important or not anymore.

Because we let it happen.

I rearranged my table after a day of work and got ready to go home.

Home, where I had nothing to look forward to.

Like that time when I was posted overseas.

Is this what people meant by not knowing what they were living for? Living every single day just for the sake of passing time, and not having anything to look forward to.

Then, I knew I was going to meet him again.

But not now.

"Good or bad, you were the biggest part of my life."

He too, was the biggest part of my life.

It felt like no one could replace his existence.

And truly, no one can.

As such...

I don't think I can love again.

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I reached for my keys as I turned towards my apartment unit, finding a figure sitting at my doorstep.

His head hung low, limbs sprawled carelessly as evidence of his unconsciousness.

This body, perhaps even after ten years, would still look familiar to me. Furthermore, it's only been ten months.

Ten months is too short to forget all he was.

All those nights I etched the curves of his body into my memory.

All those nights I memorised the way he felt against me.

All those nights I held him and swore forever.

"Forever is such a short time." I smiled softly, squatting down to look at him. I caught a whiff of alcohol, hesitating to wake him up. "Isn't it...Minwoo?"

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this was supposed to be two chapters to make you guys nervous but i wanted to end the story on chapter 50 so i joined them lolz