WARNING: Foul language used in this chapter.

We met again. Many times and,

Many times, I repeated this:

Look at me.

I thought to myself. 

Look at me. 

And there it was, the hollowness in your irises as our eyes collided,

Emotionless. No, maturity, you would argue. 

You seemed absolutely comfortable with how we ended up.

*

'Alright, Eunji. This is the chance for you to show your true talent,

Your true voice, and 

You. The stage is all about you. And just you.'

I let memories swayed into my mind as I stepped forward to the center of the stage. 

Hair covered, eyes blinded, nose and mouth unseen to others,

Wearing the most comfortable clothes ever, and

There's no need to pretend anymore.

"So, tell me. What are we?"

"What are we."

"Yeah, what are we." 

"We don't know, don't we? Eunji?"

So, 

You're telling me to forget? You're telling me to laugh it off, 

Like I have already done so for far too many things?

Indeed, I scoffed about us, 6 days a week. Gave myself a break

Only on the day we didn't have to meet.

Don't tell me what I should be doing. Just let me do this

I will release the pain in my chest,  so let me do this, 

Because I'm going to hate you. 

Let me do this. 

Let this hopeless fool

hate

The unbroken You

From hell and back.

*

"So what's the point?"

"There's never a point between the two of us."

"You must