A trip back to memory lane had occurred once again while I was leisurely walking my way home one Wednesday afternoon. It was very sudden that it just kept on flashing again before my eyes. I tried my best to forget that part of my life but I failed miserably in doing so. It all came back when I crossed path with him again. Nam Woohyun..

“It’s just pointless Miyu.. I can’t see any reason for us to hold on to this anymore.” He spoke, a memory from two years ago haunted me again.

“I think it’s better if we set each other free and go on with our separate lives, don’t you think? It’s for the best. I think—“

“How could you just drop that to me like that, Woohyun?!” I finally managed to say. “How could you say that this isn’t getting anywhere when I tried my best to be the perfect girl for you? Am I.. that bad? Woohyun.. Please don’t do this to me. Please..” I sobbed.

“It’s over Miyu. I made up my mind. This is the end of us.” Those where the last words that I heard from him ever since. The last conversation I had to the only guy that I had loved. And now, upon remembering his last words to me, something just isn’t clear to me.

“It’s over Miyu. I made up my mind. This is the end of us.”

It’s over Miyu…

This is the end of us…

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Or was it really?

Authors Note: I know the title doesn't make sense to you now,  but holla! It'll make sense upon the next few chapters.

Then again, this story is just a product of my lazy holiday nothing to do schedule. So I apologize for the crappy storyline. Is it a cliche? :(

I would really appreciate if someone would be nice enough to even leave a comment, and perhaps a sub? Man, that'll be AWESOME.

COLORFUL AYE? ALRIGHT. NO MORE BRIGHT STUFFS. EM DONE.