Prologue:

The room was extremely dark. The curtains of the window were pulled tightly shut and reinforced to ensure they'd stay closed. Around the bed and all over the room were crumpled up tissues that she had been using along with about three empty tissue boxes that had been thrown around when she used the final tissue in the box. Her cell phone was laying on the nightstand, dead for at least a few days now while the digital clock thrown to the floor was far too bright for the room filled with darkness. The room had been destroyed by the whirlwind that was Lee Chaerin. In the bathroom and bedroom, all of Jiyong's stuff was littered across the floor. The bedroom door was tightly shut, and it had been this way for nearly a week now. 

Lee Chaerin had managed to cut off her contact with the rest of the world. The only time she moved and got out of bed was when she went to the bathroom or when she needed some water from the faucet. A week ago Kwon Jiyong, her "loving" fiance, decided to tell her that he had met someone else. In that very moment, Chaerin's entire existence shattered, It had taken forever to even come to the agreeance of marriage because both of them were busy adults, but eventually they came to an agreement. Why would Jiyong say yes if he never wanted that commitment in the first place, and how could he just toss her aside like the last six years hadn't happened? Now, the words that passed his lips were all she could think about.

The first day that she was supposed to have spent being with Jiyong as a newlywed, she instead spent crying her eyes out. It still amazed her that she had any tears left for a person who was that insensitive. The next day, Chaerin went around the room in a blaze of fiery anger. She had taken anything that was once Jiyong's and threw it to the floor, even tearing some of his clothes. She was pissed at what he'd done to her, and the state of the room showed that anger. During that day, Chaerin imagined that she was cursing out Jiyong each time she threw something of his.

By the third day, Chaerin decided it was time to shut herself away from the world. Everything was closed off so that she wasn't able to hear anything or anyone from the outside world. She let her phone die, so she wouldn't have to listen to the continuous ringing when she was trying to leave the world. From that day until now, Chaerin has just been laying in bed. The blanket was placed around her as she lay, staring at the darkness around her. It soothed her, or so she thought. She was supposed to be on her honeymoon already. Both of them had taken time off of work to go, but instead, she was laying here. 

It wasn't until she heard the front door slam that she immediately regretted giving an emergency key to her best friends. This didn't constitute as an emergency, it was just the process of grieving. Didn't they understand that? "Lee Chaerin!" Sandara's angry voice echoed outside of her room. She let out a sigh. As she heard the footsteps get closer to the door, she took the blanket and pulled it over her head. "You have ten seconds to open up!" Sandara called through the door.

Chaerin made no real effort to move. She just kept her eyes closed through Sandara's counting. When Sandara reached "one", she heard the sound of the door handle shake and then open. The light brought in changed the atmosphere tremendously. It suddenly felt lighter. "Dark enough?" Sandara asked as she tried to find the light switch along the wall. When the lights flipped on, the mess in Chaerin's room seemed almost twice as emphasized. "What did you do in here?"

"Please, just go away," Chaerin mumbled, the heat under her blanket becoming uncomfortable.

"I know you're sad, but doing this won't help. This isn't dealing. You have so many friends," Sandara said, taking a seat on the bed beside the lump of Chaerin. "When did you last eat?"

"Please leave, Dara,"Chaerin said, snuggling into her blanket even more. "I need to grieve."

"You've been doing that for a week now," Sandara huffed, patting her. "Intervention time."

Chaerin wanted to curl up even more. She wasn't ready to face the reality- her life without Jiyong. Although he was an for doing this to her, she still did love him, a lot. She was broken that he could do something like this to her without a second thought.

"Come on, Chae," Sandara said, her voice softened to a small whisper as she slowly pulled the blanket away from Chaerin. "Doing this won't solve anything. It lets him win." Sandara pushed some of the leftover tissues from the bed onto the floor. 

"It hurts. I loved him so much, and he left me. He was my world." Chaerin said, finally sitting up with her back still in a slump as she leaned against her best friends arm."

"I know, and I'll kill him for you the next time I see him," she said, leaning her head against Chaerin's. "But you were so dependent on him, so he was able to use you and throw you away when he was done."

That hurt, but she knew it was true. She did anything she could for him, and thinking about it made her sick. She didn't want to think about that anymore. About the fact that she was, in a small way, at fault. "Help me?" she asked.

"Of course, what else am I here for?" Sandara said with a small smile.