[Flashback]

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, pulling you closer to me.

I took in your hair, fanned out across my pillows, dark like the night sky.

I looked into your eyes, the ones that stared back at me like melted caramel.

"Not as beautiful as you," you whispered back, running your frail fingers through my hair.

"I love you, you know?" I murmured.

"Not as much as I love you." [End of Flashback]

[Jiyong POV]

You lied, you lied, you lied, you lied,

Dara, you lied to me.

You don't love me,

you never loved me.

Don’t lie to me.

God, Dara, I hate you so much.

I hate you for lying to me.

I hate you the way paper hates fire. The way fire hates water.

I hate you the way I do; the way a broken boy hates a lying girl for casting empty promises into a cracked well of disappointments.

I hate you the way broken things hate not broken things.

I hate you for tearing me apart.

You knew that I was already torn, yet you decided to tear me up into smaller shreds anyways.

I hate you.

Why would you do that?

Why would anyone break broken things apart?

They're already broken, what's the point of breaking them again?

Is it so that they can never be fixed again? Is that it?

Is it so that they'd be gone beyond repair, never to be whole again?

Because if that's it, then I