Onew was sitting in a random bus depressed, looking out of the window, watching the buildings, parks and people of Berlin. He raised the bottle in his hand to his lips and took a sip, trying to cast out her voice that screamed and cried. He clenched his eyes and teeth shut painfully, his throat tightened when a lump formed in there. Lights of the city passed by while he leaned his head against the window closing his eyes again. 

"LEAVE!"  it echoed again in his skull going all the way through his bones, limbs and reaching his heart it caused an unbearable ache. He couldn't hold it in anymore. His tears fell one after the other silently while he desperately tried to drown his sorrow away with the liquor he held with a few fingers.

His head hit the window repeatedly, with the bus moving an clattering through uneven streets, which was not necessarily contributing to ease the pain in his head. So he rolled it in his neck resting it on the backrest. He glanced upwards taking another big gulp, pain plastering his features as the picture of her crying face flashed through his mind. Her face kept weeping, tears kept flowing and she didn't seem to want to leave him alone, she was haunting him.

"What now?" he asked himself wondering what he would do without her. Before he could finish his thoughts some people entered the bus, making quite a ruckus. They were loud enough to make Jinkis brain pound painfully and his face twisted in discomfort. Forcing his head back to the front he eyed the people entering the bus laughing, pushing each other and screaming whatever they had the urge to tell everyone. All Onew understood were mixed, foreign words banging their way to his ear drums.

After the bus passed a few more stations he decided to drag himself out of his seat, groaning, wobbling, since the noise was unbearable. He felt the effects of the drinks he had before running through his system, seeing that he had difficulties managing his balance. To keep standing he gripped poles and seats, working his way to a closing door. He pushed the open button to make it possible for him to get off. Once outside he paused blinking around his vision slightly blurry. The cold night sobered him up a bit to his dismay, for she appeared immediately. Clutching his eyes again fresh tears worked their way out of the corners of his eyes as he tilted his head upwards, hitting the bottle against his lips. He drank until he felt like he was suffocating and noticed when he lowered the bottle again that only a little of the beverage was left.

Cursing he tried to take his surroundings in, looking for a conveniece store or anything alike to provide him with more numbing liquids. He realized squnting his eyes that he was in a rather quiet area, something like a park no one cared for. There was not a soul around. Again cursing he walked aimlessly around, tripping occasionally. He was lost in his own world now just wandering around, wanting nothing more but to feel nothing. He couldn't help but continue walking unsteadily, not ready to give up yet.

He rested against an old wall looking left and right, concluding that he was lost, despite his condition. He spotted a fountain which wasn't running and dragged himself down from the street, tramping through the grass leading his way. Pulling his feet forward he managed to reach the smooth stone edge of the foutain, on which he positioned his on. Throwing his shoes and socks off he lifted his legs with a lot of effort over the edge into the water, making his pants slightly wet. Looking  hazily at the surface of the water he started humming silently. Before he realized it he started to murmur the words he had memorized and sung so often already, belonging to the tune that he let caress over his vocal cords.

He felt one side of his mouth pull itself upward forming a twisted smile. There he sat singing and grinning at the irony of himself comforting his heart with a SHINee-song begging for her not to leave him but to leave him. He thought that the song fit somehow while reciting Jonghyuns lyrics. He was mad at her for not trying to make things work and wanted to push her away for that reason. But he could not possibly allow her to leave him, she was what really mattered to him and made him himself.

His voice gained in volume, so his murmuring turned into a very slightly slurred version of 'Obsession'. Singing always made him feel better. But not this time. The stinging sensation in his chest didn't seem to want to go away. He kept hurting, voicing the melody into the night.

When she arrived in her appartment again, upset and face flushed with anger, she practically ripped her cardigan off her shoulders and disposed of it on the floor, kicking it once. Thinking about what happened just now she was very calm about the whole situation at first but  felt more enraged by the second, recalling his words and the way he didn't even consider her offer. 

Deep down she knew that this was not like her at all. She wouldn't be mad at him and stand in her room to think of ways to make him regret his decision at 3:20 in the morning. She wouldn't be determined to go with her plans, feel the urge to pack up right away and leave this city, that she learned to love but could not stay at. She wouldn't kick her beloved cardigan that he had bought her for their anniversary and take in consideration to burn it to ashes when the opportunity came.

But she would cry.

She would weep her soul out, clutching the cardigan to her chest and revisit her leave. Eunyoung had that side to her and loathed it. She scolded herself for not being stronger countless times before getting even more depressed by her helplessness. She hated being weak and cry over everything, it felt like others and she herself thought she was easy.