I’m sorry, maybe I’m too rational
But still, if you see me some day, smile
Maybe you resent me a little or no, a lot
I know, I couldn’t look at you more because of my dream
Then just give me one day, even if it’s in my dream, just one day

“I knew already that you lied about the party.”

Hayoung walks closer to me.

I smile. “Why did you still come?”

“I just want to state it clearer: I don’t love you anymore, Oppa,” she says seriously.

I force a smile. “Okay. You’ve said that a few times.”

She exhales. “Oppa, I’m not joking. Please stop hurting yourself. Stop loving me.”

I take a deep breath. “Understand.”

She looks guilty in a sudden. “I’m so sorry.”

“That’s alright.” I keep forcing to smile. I pat her shoulders. “Come back to me if you already get back the feeling. But if you don’t ...” I exhale. “Enjoy your life. Without me.”

Hayoung looks down.

“Since we’re already here, let’s eat,” I say.

“I ate before coming here,” she answers. “You can eat by yourself, Mr. Son. I’ll be going now.”

My heart hurts when hearing that. And it hurts even more when she stands up and walks away.

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