POV: Daehyun

Call me a jerk all you want.

I know that I am.

I didn't even go after her that day when I really should have.

I should have tried to explain to her that there's only been her all this time.

But it was useless.

I was going to lose her anyway. So it's kind of stupid of me to try to get her back.

Call me a jerk. I don't care. I just don't want to hurt her anymore.

After this small bump in the road, she'd get over me and she wouldn't have to face the pain of losing me.

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It was now close to five months from our breakup, and I was no longer sad, but empty. I felt like when I lost her, I had also lost a sense of happiness, love, and warmth. The treatment for my illness was becoming more and more, but I didn't mind anymore. Not like anyone cared about me anymore.

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This happened about two months ago. Making it close to three months after our breakup. I was taking a walk out in the snow, it was a nice day.

I didn't like my beanie that much, but I needed to wear it so no one could see that I was losing my hair.

Before I even knew it, I was right by Yuri's house. The place that she was staying at now.

Don't call me a stalker for knowing that. I knew that she would move back to Yuri's, after all, this is where she was living before we met anyway.

I was walking on the sidewalk the other side of the street, so a few passing cars made it hard for me to look at the house. As I continued walking though, I noticed her figure sitting on the porch. I smiled sadly as I saw her rub her hands in the cold. She was never good with the cold, I would always hand her a mug filled with hot chocolate when I saw her like this.

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"Why are you outside, pabo? It's cold."

She rubbed her hands together and she pouted. "It's always nice to look at snow."

"Let me grab you some hot chocolate if you're going to be stubborn like that."

She smiled at me gently. "Thanks, Daehyun. Saranghae."

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My trip to memory lane was cut short as I saw a figure come out from the front door. I felt myself freeze at the sight of him.

Yeah, it was a guy.

He was tall, lean and gave her a small as he sat down next to her. He handed her a mug and she smiled back at him, saying something. Probably thanking him.

He did something that I was not expecting to see. He leaned close to her, too close to my liking, and wrapped his arm around her as she drank from the mug. 

That was it.

I felt my heart break again.

She moved on. She moved on.

A part of me was sad.

Another part of me was glad.

But emptiness was inside of me, throbbing with pain.