I was…I dunno.
My emotions were numbed out.
I couldn’t feel anything.
Or should I say, I felt empty. Hollow.
It seems as though Chelsea brought a part of me away with her.
No.
She brought everything else away, leaving me with a empty shell.
Laying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling above me.
.
.
.
I leaned at the pole outside the cinema, glancing at my watch from time to time.
I drummed my finger on the pole, trying to occupy myself.
I was getting impatient. Really impatient.
Chelsea was late.
The movie started 45 minutes ago. And there was still no sign of her.
I check my phone frustratedly.
She could have smsed me if she wasn’t going to turn up, couldn’t she?

I wanted to apologize.
Apologize for bringing up the probability of breaking up because my manager said I shouldn’t have a girlfriend.
And I’ve regretted my words once I saw the hurt expression on her face.
So, I thought of making it up to her today, and that’s why I’m resisting the urge to call her right now.
That would seem too…impatient?
I fiddled with my handphone, pondering whether or not I should call.

Another half an hour passed, and Chelsea has yet to turn up.
The movie ended 10 minutes ago.
This time, I was really, really irritated.
Imagine waiting for someone for one an a half hour.
And to add it on, I’m a star!
“!” I cursed, throwing the bouquet of rose I held onto the floor.
I ignored the glares that the passers-by shot me.
Holding my head up high arrogantly, I turned to leave the theatre.
Just then, something caught my eye.
No.
Someone caught my eye.

“CHELSEA?!” I screeched.
And she turned around automatically.
She was clearly taken aback.
And the guy beside her turned around.
“Yunho sunbae?” I stuttered.
I was fuming.
I glared furiously at Chelsea.
This was what I get for waiting for her?
This was what she was doing when I was out there waiting?
She was with Yunho all the while?!
Yunho wrapped his arms around Chelsea’s shock-stricken body.
Holding her, he pulled her along as he walked towards me.
“Hey Arron! Why are you here?” Yunho asked cheerfully.
I clenched my fist tightly, struggling to keep my anger under control.
“I was waiting for my girlfriend to turn up for a movie, and, apparently, she isn’t coming. Or should I say, she isn’t going to watch the movie with me.” My gaze felt upon Chelsea, and she glanced away to avoid eye contact with me.
“Oh, I see.” Yunho said, “I came here with Chelsea because she said she was upset since things were going wrong with her boyfriend. So she called me up, and I brought her to a pub. And now she said she wanted to watch a movie here.”
I took a deep breath to try to calm myself down.
“Chelsea, what has happened between you and your boyfriend?” I asked sarcastically.
Her eyes widened as if shocked, and then it turned into a hard glare.
I felt guilty.
And then, I realized I shouldn’t.
Afterall, it was her who made me wait for over an hour, before turning up with someone all over her.
Seeing that Chelsea wasn’t going to respond,
“Yunho, how do you find Chelsea? Now that things are going wrong between Chelsea and her boyfriend, why don’t you stead with her?” I suggested.
I avoided her eyes as I knew that would be my killer spot.
If I was going to insult her, I mustn’t feel guilty.
“Yunho sunbae, I’m feeling better now. I think I’ll go home now.” Chelsea said, her voice sounded…hurt? And was there a little too much nasal voice there? Was she…going to cry?
“Do you need me to send you home?” Yunho offered.
“No thanks, Yunho sunbae. Bye sunbae, bye Arron.” She choked out.
I bit my bottom lips uncertainly.
Had I gone too far just now?
Hella. But she’s the one in the wrong.
That serves as a punishment to her.
“Arron. I guess I’ll leave now. She sounded really weird. I guess I’ll check on her.” Yunho said.
I nodded my head.
.
.
.
The betrayal was still there, deep in my heart.
She went to seek comfort in another man when things between us didn’t turn out well.
I sighed deeply, my mind trailing off again.
Suddenly, my phone rang.
The piercing, unexpected loud shrill caused me to jump unvolunteeringly.
I check the caller id, and it was the most unexpected person.
My stomach started forming knots.
Why would she call me?
Hasn’t she decided?
“Hello?” I mumbled feebly into the phone.

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