Dongwoo P.O.V

It reminds me, of someone, who’s gone, forever. Who will never come back.

Who walks away like she does, Who left me, because of her disappointment on me.

It has been a year.

I let go of her hand. I just stand there, waiting for nothing

Your P.O.V

I can’t say a word, I’m dumbfounded that time, Ignoring and walking away, that’s what I can do right now. I look behind me, He’s walking away just like I do. It’s getting colder than before, But I don’t know where I’m going. I go wherever my foot takes me to. The  way he holds my hand is the same when I hold Hoya’s hand, when he is about to ..leave me. It’s tight, pulling the person back.

I keep walking, I don’t know where I’m going

I saw Dongwoo’s eyes when he hold my hand, It reminds him of somebody.

That’s why I left,

I don’t want to make things worse.

I heard a crowd, the weather is familiar. I lift my head, I see a lot of people around me. This is where my foot take me to. I take off my coat and sling it on my right hand as It’s getting warmer. Everything, the weather, people, and the memories. This place leaves a lot of warm memories. I remember exactly the place where I begin my relationship with Hoya and end it. It happens in exactly the same place. I walk to ‘that’ place.

I still remember the place where we usually go to, sit at, and..everything. I sit there, this place doesn’t change, It’s only me, I’m alone now. Couples are still there, the last time I came here, I’m still a part of them, couples. They’re smiling, But I know, They’re afraid of the future. I’m part of them before. Just one difference, they have another person while I don’t. I have nobody. A small smile printed on my face, remembering good memories. I miss warmth of love.

A piece of cigarette stuck between my forefinger and middle finger. I lit it up, I don’t know why I become a smoker. I have no reason, but there’s an exact purpose. That kind of thoughts always slip into my mind when I smoke or drink.

I was a burden in this world.

Everyone wants me to leave this world, as soon as possible. With every ways. They urged me to commit suicide quietly.

Even my parents.

My father words are ringing in my ears, “You are a real burden, nobody is expecting you to stay alive, you’re still young but you don’t even survive. You haven’t even seen the real world, It’s better for you to die early.” I remember that time, I’m still in my high school.

My father must be a little proud when he sees me now, heh. I survived.

Well, at least for now, I survived.

I’m just waiting for the death.

I must stop this kind of thoughts, It gives me a headache and mood swings. I throw my cigarette and step on it. Everybody is looking at me, in an awful way. Who cares anyway?

I walk away, a coffee will be good. I push a cafe’s door, It was the place where I visited on my first date with Hoya.

I sip my cappucino while it's still warm

A man passes by me. It takes me away from daydreaming.

It’s the second time for today.

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