Hwayoung #4

Hwayoung knew crying was a natural instinct for humans. She knew it was alright to cry whether it was for happiness, anger, or sadness but she hated herself for crying over a guy like Kris. She told herself not to cry. She tried to be strong and brave for her own happiness but it was so hard. Too hard for her to handle. After listening to the voicemail from earlier, she tried her best to be strong and to move on from her past but it was easier said than done. She could no longer put on an apathetic front as her walls came crashing down by an emotional tidal wave. Kris words constantly played in her mind and more tears gushed from her eyes. Pathetic, weak, pitiful - how could someone feel so low about themselves?

Hwayoung remembered being happy, cheerful, and carefree. It was a distant memory but she remembered being someone so much more vibrant and joyful than the her today. She didn't recall when or exactly how but the longer she stuck around Kris, the more she lost her true self. She always felt insufficient and ugly when she was around her ex-husband. He was beautiful and he was constantly surrounded by others with ethereal beauty and that brought out the hideous insecurity withing her. It didn't help either that Hwayoung and Kris barely spent time together and the constant hate she received online.

And as each day past, her insecurity turned into self-loath and it grew each day. The only difference from then and now was that before, she hated herself for not being enough and now, she disliked herself for crying over a guy that did nothing but hurt her. She was finally starting to find her own happiness, moving out and doing her own thing – living an independent life but her past just wouldn't let her go. Just when she was starting to pick herself up Kris pushed himself into her life again and brought everything back down.

The coast was a beautiful place, especially when you had a front seat view on the dock. The air was cool and crisp and the sunset was breathtaking, it wasn't a place where someone should sit here crying. Thankfully, or maybe because the residence were used to the view and it was late, she was alone at the moment so no one could witness her weeping like a baby.

“It's late.”

Maybe Hwayoung spoke too soon. It sounded like she wasn't alone after all. And the voice was vaguely familiar yet alarmingly deep. Hwayoung quickly composed herself, wiping