Hoya's POV

Today, you asked me if I love you. I just smiled at you and wondered why you keep on asking that question. I didn’t utter a single word to answer your question, you cried and told me I was too much.

For the next few days, we fought a lot because I couldn’t say those words to you. Do I really have to?

next day, you broke up with me. My heart was shattered into tiny pieces. I wanted to hold you back in my arms and beg you to take those words back but I can’t.