He stopped and looked down on the floor. I looked at him and I was just praying for him to say anything. No matter what he would say at this point I don't think it can hurt me any more than it already did. 

It was so quiet between us, the only thing I could hear was the sound of the clock ticking. 

" Jungkook" I spoke up after the silence. 

He slowly looked up to me and I could see a blank face. 

" I don't think I can be what you want me to be. I know you are a good person. I can tell you from my heart that I have a million things to talk to you about. I want to tell you everything about me. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning. But that is just not possible. I don't want to destroy everything you have worked so hard for." I sighed. 

We looked at each other, I could see him think. 

" let's be friends" he spoke up with no expression on his face.

I leaned into him and kissed his forehead. He stayed still and as I pulled away he was still closing his eyes.

I believe he was hurting just like I was. 

I drove back home. With thought all over my head. I wanted to go back and think. So is this how we live our lives, we are going to be friends.

No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

However, he changed me. I don't think