I watched her pack her things.
I watched her open the door.
I watched her walk, and get further away.
'Til she disappeared.
'Til she's gone.
I watched. 

DARA'S POV

"Thanks for the help, Bom!"

I said from the other line. She told me to call her as soon as I got into my Mom's home.

"No problem. You have tons of stuff! I'm beat."

"Hehe. Sorry! But I agree. I had a hard time figuring out which is which."

Was it his? or was it mine?

Bom was silent for a moment, then she let out an ear-splitting cry.

"Dara!!! Your goodbyes! Oh my god! How did the both of said goodbye with a straight face??"

Then I remembered...

"Bye, Jiyong."

Seconds felt like forever.

"Goodbye."

"I'm not sure too. But you know, Bommie? If he stopped me..."

I heard her heave a sigh.

"I thought you were already decided? No backsies, Dara."

No backsies.

I fell out of love. Drained. Nada.

I've already let a lot of sleepless nights pass thinking about it, but still, I feel the same.

I've already given myself a lot of chances. Maybe it'll change. Maybe it will come back. But still, I feel the same.

It wasn't easy, but love is no longer what I feel.

It was best for me to end it than continuing to fool him that I still feel for him.

I won't waste his time anymore.

He doesn't deserve it.