(Lay's POV)

manager hyung scolded me. I'm like I don't care because they're going to come up with some lies to cover it up anyway. So why make a huge deal out of it? I'm not usually like this but I read the comments on (Your Name), I love my fans but I don't like seeing (your name) hurt. It pains me too. What happened to me? I used to be so chill and polite and obidient, following all the rules. I have never been b*tchy or rebellious. I guess love happened and brought out the defensive side of me.

*Ding* I got a text. oh... it's from (Your name).

-Oppa. we have to talk, can you please come to lalala park?-

-K. Meet you there at 6. Love you-

When I got to the park, I found (Your name) sitting on the bench where I proposed. I went to sit down beside her and tucked her hair behind her ears. Her eyes were puffy and red and her nose had a tinge of red, appearantly she had been crying.

"Babe, what happened? Why are you crying? If it's about the news, you don't have to worry about it. It will be solved in no time. So-"

"Oppa, let's break up."

"What?"

"Let's end this, let's break up.'

I felt as if I was stabbed in the heart with a million knives as I register her words. I could hear the shatter of my fragile heart and can't be put together like when you shatter glass. It's not repairable. But she was the one, only she would be able to patch it up. I would never be able to be fixed by any other people o