unwavering stares. yearning looks.

and yet–

no– this isn’t right. it’ll never be right.

it’s just you and him.

you and him, for the last time.

your lips part and there’s this hopeless expression on your features– he forces himself to look away because he knows if he doesn’t, he won’t be able to leave anymore.

because you don’t belong together. because you’re pieces of different puzzles.

and you deserve better. both of you.

the lump in your throat doesn’t go away. but you don’t cry. he doesn’t, either.

“i’m sorry, wonwoo.”

he smiles a sad smile.

“i’m sorry, too.”