How long has it been? 1 year? 2 years? since I left Korea and decided to stay in Japan for a while. Alot of things happened in the past years that made me want to fly out of the country as my sweet escape from the entertainment world. But now i'm back in Seoul, not that I don't want to get back here but it's just that, I think i'm still not ready yet.. Not ready to pull on the "playboy, mysterious and snobbish" facade as the media described me and I think i'm not ready to face her yet..I'm not ready to see her again.

But its as if fate is playing games on me, or he's just not definitely on my side, there she was, the last girl I wanted to see today, the girl who broke my heart into million pieces, the girl who have been the inspiration of the songs i've written, descending the stairs with her manager Jjangmae trailing behind her.

My steps were halted when I saw her walking to my direction. Her head bowed down, as she seems busy fiddling with her phone. I was silently praying to God for her not to look my way as I don't know what will I do if ever our eyes met. But I think God hates me as well, because the moment she stepped right beside me, her head snapped upwards and our eyes met. Her hazelnut eyes staring in mine. Those eyes that used to look at me with nothing but love. Those eyes that I left with tears continuously streaming down her beautiful and innocent face.

I was about to say something when she averted her eyes and looked down again to her phone and walked past me to exit the building followed by Jjangmae hyung. I stood frozen on my spot, not knowing what to do or how will I react with what just happened. I can feel the loud beating of my heart as well as its cries for the all too familiar pain I've been feeling since I left Korea years ago. I clutched my chest with my left hand and lean my right shoulder by the wall to support myself from crumbling down the floor. It was like my breath was knocked out off my body that it suddenly became hard for me to breathe.

I thought I'm okay now. I thought I could face her and talk to her casually like I used to do before. But I thought wrong. I didn't expect myself to react this way, to be affected so much by her mere presence. Was I hurt because she ignored me or was it because of her blank face staring at me with her eyes showing nothing but a dead look?

As I compose myself, I gathered enough courage to look back to the entrance of the building hoping that she's still there. Waiting for me to follow her just like how I used to follow her before everytime she walked-out on me when we have some arguments, but much to my dismay she's already gone. 

Just like that she left me again. 

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Author's note:

Aigoo!! Sorry for the crappy writing and lame use of english words and adjectives. I'm still not really good in writing stories. Miyanhe!!!

I'll try my best to make this story worth your time to read.

Still working on 1st chapter. Hope you'll love this chingus!!

That's it for now!

Annyeong!! ~~