mingyu

i'm breaking up with you, i'm sorry. 

"why?" i asked him, forcing my tears to not fall.

"i...i don't love you anymore... i-i'm sorry." he said.

"who is it?" i asked him quietly.

"junhui." he said.

oh.

oh. it's still him.

after all these years. it's still junhui.

"he came back from china last month." he said looking at me with apologetic face.

"uhh.. i think i gotta go. i just came here to tell you that. again, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to hurt you mingyu." he said about to leave

"w.. wait can i ask something?" i looked at him in the eyes.

"what is it?" he asked softly.

"can i have one last hug before you leave?" i don't care now if i sounded so pathetic. 

"sure." the he smiled then hugged me. i wish i can freeze the time and never let him go.

we stayed like that for minutes until he broke the silence.

"junhui is waiting for me, i should go now." he said after letting go from my arms.

"take care." i whispered as i forced myself to smile. but who am i kidding? i probably looked like i'm going to cry any time soon.

"thank you. you too. bye." the last words i heard from him.

it's been weeks since minghao broke up with me, but i'm still here, inside our or should i say 'my' favorite cafe where we used to share hugs, stories and kisses. call me masochist for coming back in this place