Chapter 6
Until HeavensThree months had passed. Still broken, lonely, and somehow dead. It seems like Sehun was just like a walking corpse; feeling invisible, worthless, devastated.
He had never been this miserable in his entire life. The only boy he had loved, the most cherished relationship he had ever been to, just turned out to be just a freaking game all this time.
He still goes to work though. He still brings Hello Kitty plushies every night he goes back home — no, it wasn't a home, it was just a house. He keeps it still in Luhan's treasure box. Even if Luhan won't be able to open it again now that he's gone.
Like a little kid who had just lost his favorite blanket in the laundry, Sehun still cries himself to sleep every single night alone in this spacious bed.
He still remembers how Luhan embraces his broad chest whenever they lie together. He still remembers how Luhan gently nibbles his ears every time they cuddle while watching their favorite movies.
He still remembers how Luhan would always whisper cute things on how he loves Sehun so much with every little thing he does.
"No, it seemed real. It sounded real. It felt real. Everything he said and did was real. The love was real. What happened? What did I do wrong? Did I say something awful? Was he just kidding? Is this some kind of a joke?" Sehun tells to himself, holding back the tears forming beneath his eyes.
"Ha," Sehun smirks, "Ya, Luhan! It's already three months! Come on now, baby. Come out and tell me it was just a or maybe something like a stupid prank. I know you're kidding! Hahahaha-ha-ha," Sehun's tears began to race down from his face. Tears still fresh and filled with pain and sorrow.
"Luhan... Tell me you were lying... Tell me this was just a prank... I know you've been taking this joke too seriously that it took months but hey, three months is enough, babe. Come out and kiss me now. I need you so badly..." Sehun grabs his hair, wanting to take everything off his head.
He wants it to stop. He can't take the pain anymore. He needs Luhan in his arms again. He needs that cherry-taste of Luhan's lips again. He needs that pale porcelain body to hold on to every night. He just doesn't want it, but he badly needs it.
Still, he can't make himself get mad at the little blonde boy. He still couldn't care less to the fact that he was being betrayed, played, and toyed.
Yes, he knows how ing dumb he is to still love someone who destroyed his feelings after all these things. He knows it too much, be he couldn't help it.
It's still Luhan.
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