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"Krystal, please! Just this once, I can't stand seeing Taehyung like this anymore!! Please...  He hasn't come out of his room for 2 whole days, without any food or anything. Aren't you, at least, a little concerned?" Jungkook said while trembling. I was aware of how worried he must have been... But no, I cannot do this anymore. I promised to forget Taehyung. 
"I can't Jungkook. I just can't" I said nearly on the verge of crying. It's been more than a week since I broke up with Taehyung.  

 I've never been so deprived of happiness and life. I was contempt that I was starving myself, avoided taking showers and going to sleep.  I didn't even realise it. My mind was constantly occupied by Taehyung and our indelible moments as I never entertained the thought that one day, we will be broken, separated. He probably hates me and despises me. That's what I'm so unsettled and agitated about; he hates me and I deserve it...

~ flashback ~ 

“Krystal, are you ready for our date tonight?" Taehyung said while skipping, approaching me with a large grin plastered on his handsome face. 

I took the initiative to finally say the words I've been dreading to utter for at least 2 months. I was only hurting him by prolonging what I'm going to say. The faster I say it, the more time he has to get over me.

"Taehyung," I take a deep breath before I completely collapse, "can we talk?"

His smile; it slightly disappears. My hands starting trembling uncontrollably. Pushing my hands under my thighs as I sit down, I took yet another loud, full breath.

Taehyung began piercing me with his eyes, probably with the intention to decipher what the reason is for me to act this way. I tried setting my eyes at any interesting object that has the ability to change the daunting subject. My conscience told that I can't escape this anymore. It has already been taunting me so much that not even Taehyung can make me take my mind off of it; he actually makes it worse.

The atmosphere becomes colder with every second of silence. For Taehyung, it must have been awkward, but for me it was soothing. I was wistful for it to always be like this...

"Taehyung," I pause and let a tear make its way down my cheek, "I'm breaking up with... you"

I thought that once I would say these words, I would lift a huge weight off, but it indeed just made me shatter inside seeing his face slowly  becomes disheartened, saturated from his silent tears. I wanted to wake up from this dream, to turn to the other side of the bed and see Taehyung peacefully sleeping while slightly snoring. I would then plaster a goofy grin on my face and proceed to peck his cheek. Just like before this nightmare started. 

I could live the life as Taehyung's girlfriend, maybe a wife later on...

But now, I realise; I can't take back what I said. I can't rewind back time. Now, everything that I touch, see and smell will be reminiscent of Taehyung. 

As long as he is contented and carefree, I can live the rest of my life, knowing that he isn't suffering... like me.

“Please forget about me. I have feelings for someone else." I had to force and cough these words out. I continued looking at the floor as I was in fear of completely shattering in front of him. I might even run back to him and injure him mentally even more.

"Krystal please tell me you're joking and you're just pulling a prank on me," he said softly, I was scared of him despising me. Maybe if I got the chance to resolve everything, I can come back. Maybe he would accept me...

I began tracing our memories from the day he confessed, till this moment now. I am forever indebted to him. If it wasn't for him, I would be living on antidepressant tablets and still mourning for my mother's d