“What are you saying? You knew even before we got started that we will never be able to have our own children!” Kyuhyun shrieked as the ends of his tolerance threatens to tear.

And the man he is shouting at just sat quietly looking down at his hands which he is twisting nervously.

“Stop doing this to me!” Suddenly feeling the urge to cry helplessly, Kyuhyun pleaded. He sat down heavily and place a hand over the other’s. “Please….Mi…..please…..”

The man he calls Mi looked up, eyes haunting, face tortured. “I’m sorry, Guixian, I really am…..” Tears are streaming down his cheeks as he begs his lover for forgiveness. 

They were fighting over the same thing for the past month, but Kyuhyun knew that this is probably the final fight they will have. “Then leave.” He said strangely calm. “That is what you want.”

His lover of 3 years stood up and began packing. And the whole time he sat rigid, dry-eyed and straight-backed, unwilling to allow the other see his misery. As the door finally closed behind him, Kyuhyun’s tears flowed and he collapsed against the back of the sofa weeping. “You are being so unfair to me….” He mutters heartbrokenly.