The problem is she’s still the one at the end of the day.

At the end of a hallway, on the pages of his journal, in his heart – it’s still her. And that’s just the problem.

Changmin thinks he can stay standing here for an eternity and he’ll never learn how to feel differently.She’s not going anywhere (not in his heart and mind at least). This is worrying, but somewhat expected.

So he sighs, a long, hard, lonely, miserable sigh and took a step. Just like the first step of a new born, he imagines. It’s scary and full of hesitant but it’s necessary. He keeps on walking though, he doesn't know exactly where he’s heading but once he started, he can't stop.

Changmin finds himself laying his eyes on the ‘down’ button of an elevator; he presses it lightly and watched it lit up. His pathetic form is mocking him in the mirrors as he stepped in but somehow, he thinks this is only the beginning of the worst.

He hears the ‘ding’ and knew it's his cue to get out. Changmin almost laughs at how he needs to command his two feet to move. It’s as if the loss and the pain have numbed him to his very core.

“What are you doing here?” a little voice said and he thinks it’s his mind, telling him to go elsewhere, anywhere but here, “You’re not supposed to be here.”No, not supposed to be here, Changmin agreed.“Jessica won’t be happy about this.”

Even he can’t possibly delude himself to that extent.

There’s a one ninety something pounds, brown hair, brown eyed, pale face, pink cheeks girl staring at him in awe. She looks as if she came back from war, so tired and defeated, somewhat a reflection of his current state.

“Hey,” he pauses, “We broke up.”

“Hey,” she says and the next few words that came out of almost seem to have destroyed what’s left of her, “We broke up too.”

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a/n: I dedicate this to nikatsu, thank you for introducing me to changyoon and always being there to encourage and support my writing and if anyone's wondering who made this wonderful poster for me, it's thanks to briella :)