While his fists curled into tight balls, her grip onto his eyes was deathly with her glare.

“Just get out, Minho.” Her voice emitted a sigh, hoping for cooperation.

Yet, who was she kidding? She was speaking to Minho, Choi Minho.

“This isn’t your house, Jinri. It’s our house. We are supposed to start our life together soon, and now your giving up on everything. Have these past seven years been nothing to you? Ever since you turned twenty-four, you are distant-“

Cutting off with a laugh that only followed her anger, her shake of her head was of frustration. “Now you are going to blame this on me? If anything, you’re the one who’s distant. You talk more to your friends on the phone than what you talk to me in the whole day. You come home at two in the morning after hanging out  with your friends.”

As his eyes rolled, he grasped onto the bridge of his nose. “Jinri, the world does not revolve around you.”

Her nod was there as well as her mind having a hard time figuring if this was the man she fell in love with at her seventeen years. “Remember when we were seventeen? You would ask me each day how I was doing… How I felt… If I wanted to do something… Small things. Now, not even a single ‘hello,’ but you asking what I made for supper. It’s like I’m a stranger to you now. Someone you don’t know anymore.” 

After a moment of silence, Minho sighed. “I stopped asking when all you reply to me was a, “just okay.”

“Minho, you know me more than I do, myself. You know if those words were really okay or not. You just don’t care anymore.”

“Care about what?” A slow dread crept up to the words popping into his head.

She knew him just as much as he knew her as well, and could only gulp the knot in her neck. “Don’t lie to yourself, Minho. Your forcing yourself into this relationship that isn’t in your heart anymore.”

“You