The room was silent, and it pained him how quick they had gone distant. Seongcheol was so close, yet so far. He tried to build walls around him, because he knew where this was going.

“Let’s stop this, Jeonghan.”

Cracks, he could hear cracks everywhere. The walls he built started to break. This was it; this was the end, every kiss; every touch; every word they said to each other, it wouldn’t matter anymore.

Seongcheol left without saying anything else, and he found himself on his knees, his own arms around him. The walls he built tumbled down, and they fell on him. This was his Hollywood ending calling, and the credits were finally rolling.

Good bye, my love.