Sungyeol’s POV

It’s been officially two weeks since Myungsoo left me. Woohyun doesn’t dare to talk about it. I don’t even want to think about it. I do see him though, from afar. He still comes up to the office for his photo book preparations. I can’t get to him, all I can do is watch him from afar in my office. If I could, I would run through the glass dividers just to be in his embrace once more. He doesn’t even see me. The scars on my wrist hurt every time I think about him. Yet, no one knows, understands, or feels what I’m going through.

“Hey, why don’t you go home first?” Woohyun says from my door.

“No, I’m fine. I just need some more coffee,” forcing a smile on my face.

“Your blood shot eyes are saying something completely different though.” He makes his way down the hall.

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-9:31 PM-

“Woohyun, I’m heading home now, do you need me to get anything on the way?”

“Nope, just go home and rest.” He says, eyes still glued to the computer screen.

“See you.” I quietly say, making sure I wasn’t interrupting that concentration of his.

Sungyeol went home and didn’t even bother turning on the lights. He made his way to the bathroom without any aid, switching on the lights, staring at his own reflection.

“You don’t deserve anything.” He said, looking into the mirror.

The boy takes off the watch on his left wrist, letting it sit on the sink counter. His wrist now revealed two healed horizontal cuts. He makes his way into the kitchen and pulls out a paring knife from one of the counter drawers, heading to his room. Once inside, he closes the door and locks it. He takes out a lighter from his pocket and sits on the carpet, back leaning against the side of the bed. Slowly and carefully, he flicks on the lighter, waving the flame against the blade of the knife. About half a minute or so, he slashes the tip of the knife across his old cuts. The heat and pain forces tears out of his eyes. He whimpers alone in the dim room and finally drops the knife to the ground. Blood was starting to over flow out to the thin, yet, long scars.

“It hurts so much. I don’t even want to live anymore.” Sungyeol whispers to himself.

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“Sungyeol?” Woohyun knocked on the boy’s door, but there was no answer. “Are you asleep?”

Sungyeol slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

“. He’s back.”

“I’m awake now!” He yelled.

Sungyeol quickly took off his dress shirt and grabbed a grey hoodie and a pair of sweatpants from his closet. His wrist was now covered in dried blood. He didn’t have time to clean his wound. He picked up the knife and lighter, throwing both of them into the drawer.

“What’s up?” Sungyeol greeted, opening the door.

“God, I thought you passed out in there. Leave your door unlocked next time. It’s not like you’re not used to living with me.” Woohyun instructed.

“Okay, I’ll try to remember that.” Sungyeol stepped out of his room, headed for the bathroom.

“You didn’t shower before taking a nap when you came back?” Woohyun asked, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, I felt really tired.” The boy replied, closing the door.

“That can’t be right. Sungyeol showers right before he sleeps, no matter what.” Woohyun thought.

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Sungyeol’s Entry:

Myungsoo’s photo book finally came out today. It became a bestseller the first few hours it came out. I bought one as well. The pictures are so beautiful.