As my feelings overwhelm me and swallow me whole, I ask myself once again.

"How the hell did i get stuck in this mess, this muck, called love, with you, Wu Fan?"

How many times have you broken my heart?

Why do i still try to mend it, up all my tears for someone who had never wanted me to do so?

Why am i such a fool?

The kisses meant nothing to you.

Waking up all sweaty and sticky beside me, I know that's nothing you've wanted.

You've never known, nor wanted to know, the number of times you've hurt me.

"No, Chanyeol I-" Kris' speech falters. "I-I'm sorry. I really dont know how to respond."

That's because you have nothing to say.

You've not let me down, I've just kept my hopes too high for my own good.

I'm too goddamned stupid to notice that you have no feelings for me and here i am, being a bloody in confessing while you give me that pokerface of yours.

I'm sick and tired of this, Kris.

I know, it's me.

I'll leave.

Seeing someone else in your arms, I cant handle it anymore.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for everything.

I should never have existed..

I should never have tried, never have hoped, never have wanted.

Goodbye.