Irene's POV

I was walking absent-mindedly, not giving a thought of where to go. I just go about my way, aimlessly walking to where my feet would lead me, I turn left or right wherever the road leads, and when it's a dead end I take a step back and find another way out.

Walking around aimlessly has become a newfound hobby, it seems.

The streets are colder today, when I walked out the house earlier it was already gloomy and not long the rain started pouring heavily.

Without an umbrella to shield me from the heavy pour, I looked around to find shelter. When a shed came in view, I ran across the streets and settled at the nearest bus stop for a roof to take cover from the angry weather.

I was soaking wet and there's no sign of the rain stopping any time soon. So I went to sit it out in the bench of the bus stop and hugged myself in an attempt to ease the cold seeping in. I checked my wrist watch for the time and was surprised to see how time went by so fast without me noticing, it's already a quarter past eight in the evening.

I still haven't eaten dinner, but I don't feel the hunger- what I crave for is something food cant satiate, so why bother with dinner. I sit here for almost an hour, making me feel the chills and cold seeping into my bones making me shiver. My mind is running on overdrive with the thoughts of him, that I didn't noticed it coming but now I can't stop the tears from falling. Whenever thoughts of him invades me I always ended up crying, and I really wanted this to stop. I keep on moving, but it feels like I'm walking in circles and never really leaving from where it all ended.

I'm lost in thought whenever I'm alone doing nothing, I know this so well, so I avoid staying at my place and keeps on walking around in hopes of keeping myself on the move and not to stay as is.

It's when the cold is too much to handle that my sight caught a signage not far from where I am. I decide to ran through the rain and went inside the nearest club there is to take refuge and find some warmth to save myself from numbing. I took my wet hoodie off upon entering.

I look around the cozy place. There's a makeshift stage where a group of musicians plays a song in acoustic- ah must be a slow day today matching the gloomy days.

Finding what I'm looking for, I went straight to the bar to sit on one of the vacant stools and let my wet soaked hoodie on the empty stool next to where I'm sitting. I then ordered two shots of tequila, I don't really drink but there's no harm trying this one time- said it could help with instant heating your body up.

"Two shots of tequila please." I asked.

"Coming right up miss!" I heard the bartender replied, but my attention is not with him anymore. I can sense something, like eyes trying to pierce through me, so I look around to see a woman in leather jacket sitting next to me and is blatantly staring at me. She's attractive at first glance, not even the dim lighting in the place can hide that- and her monolid eyes are mesmerizing.

The eye contact didn't bother me as I turn my gaze to return her stares, but the bartender interrupted, came handing me the two shot glasses I asked for.

I didn't bother much and just went straight to drinking both bottoms up- it's just like how I see others drink them. The hot liquid cascading down my throat leaves me feeling pain as it was an alien taste and sensation to me. I look at the offending empty glasses, I don't like the taste and will never dare drink such again.

I took a hundred dollar out of my pocket- surprisingly the contents of my pockets aren't wet- and put it on the counter and stood up to head straight out. But before finally leaving I gave a smile to the woman who I sat next to, I know she has been staring at me this whole time.

To no particular reason I just smiled at her.

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I'm again out on the streets walking, but the rain has finally already ceased, leaving the town deserted and cold with wet pavements. I'm still not sure where to go, seeing the bright lights here in Seoul makes me miss those nights when he and I would go out on late night dates.

More than a month has passed since that day when I decided to let him be and give him the freedom he said he needed. On our last couple of weeks together, I can sense the love fading, I feel how he's growing tired of me and the normalcy of us that I question if we were really in love in the first place. And I'd rather be the one to leave first and save what is there that can be salvaged of myself than be a hopeless person if choosing to stay.

Its cold as I walk aimlessly for I don't know how long. I can only care less of what is going on around me. The sound of cars zooming past me are slowly fading but I can hear my faint steps.

But are these steps really mine? I feel so light I'm not even sure if I'm walking. Must be the tequila's effect on me.

I just continue walking with my head down. There's a person who abruptly stopped walking in front of me, I just walked past the person who gave way to me.

I see the pedestrian lane that I walked to cross, and then there's faint sound of speeding cars and honking in my background, I'm not really sure which direction its coming from- my head is too far gone in space.

"Miss!"

I heard someone yell, I looked back to see a woman running her towards my direction. I dont know what's with her, so I just continue to go about  my way.

One step, two steps, the sound of an incoming vehicle and a honk becoming more louder to my ears each passing second is actually going my way. Before I take another step, I look to my right to be greeted by blinding brightness from the headlights.

Is this the end for me? I squeeze my eyes shut in fear of what's coming. What an ugly way to die- I'd be leaving traces of my blood on the road if ever.

But before it happens, I felt a force pull me out of danger, hand tightly grabbing on my arm and drag me out of the danger towards strong arms and into a warmth of a secured hug.

The force had us falling with the person who saved me from near death has also cushion me from the fall. I still have my eyes shut close while I lay on top of a warm body, feeling arms securing my own.

A loud grunt from below had me coming back to my senses, my body shaking from the near death experience. With trembling hands and erractic heartbeat as I shake in the person's embrace I willed myself to open my eyes.

And I was greeted by the most mesmerizing pair of familiar monolid eyes.

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Yes, I like alternating POVs