I couldn’t handle it anymore. Too many scenarios were frequently playing out in my thoughts and frustratingly, I was unable to actualize any of them. All I wanted was to share the copious amount of love coursing through me; to cover his small feminine hands with mine; to embrace him and breathe in his invigorating scent. Even uttering his very name, Baekhyun, sent a shiver down my spine. As soon as my eyes had landed on his smile, I knew that he was the one I wanted to grow old with; there was no one else in this world that could capture my attention like he unknowingly had.

With those repetitive thoughts replaying themselves for the thousandths time, I walked up the few steps leading to Baekhyun’s front door. I was actually going to do it; I was going to bare my soul and confess to the man I had fallen deeply in love with. I had only met him a few times and we had spoken little, yet that did not concern me in the slightest nor cause me to hesitate. The encounters that we had shared were imprinted into my brain; to be cherished forever.

As my feet overcame the last step, I nervously closed my eyes and inhaled deeply several times. It, however, did little to calm my skittering nerves. The one thing that kept me from running away and shoving my feeling back into the depths of my mind was the possibilities. If he felt the same, accepted my feelings, I would no longer have to hide my love and would be able to finally pamper Baekhyun; treat him like the precious gem he was. Staring at the eye popping red of his front door, I counted to 3 before lightly knocking. I was forced to place a hand on the wall in front of me from fear of collapsing. It was as though my legs had suddenly converted into jelly.

It seemed to take forever, but after a few moments of me listening to nothing other than the rustling of the tress surrounding his house, Baekhyun opened the door, welcoming me with his puppy dog like face. A smile instantly transformed his features and recognition lit a fire in his eyes. My heart just about jumped out of my chest.

“Annyeonghaseyo! Chanyeol, right? What brings you to my home?”

The purity and kindness in his voice was undeniable; it seemed to emit happiness and was yet another one of the many things that had caused me to fall for this boy; besides his heavenly looks.

“Uh…..Ne! Chanyeol. You remember me. I just came by to tell you something important; something I have wanted to tell you for a while.”

Pausing, I began to examine Baekhyun’s face and couldn’t help but notice the way that curiosity seemed to spark within him at my words. I began, unconsciously to pull at the bottom of my sweater; a distinguishable habit I had had since childhood.

“Oh, okay. What is it? Do you want to come inside?”

“No. I just need to say it. If I procrastinate, I know that I will never spit it out. Baekhyun, Saranghae.”

Baekhyun’s eyes widened considerably and his jaw slammed open. If a passer by were to see him now, they could have easily mistaken him for a statue, the way he suddenly stood immobile. After a couple of seconds of not moving, his face contorted into that of sadness and he dropped his head, directing it towards the ground. His hair hung, covering his face from my view yet I knew straight away, that I was on the verge of being rejected. Inching the door further open, Baekhyun stepped back and motioned behind him, directing me to look.

“Mianhae, you’re too late.”

At first I was unable to comprehend the meaning of his words. Too late? What does he mean that I was late? It was only after looking at what was in the background that I understood. An invisible cloud of dread grew above me and a sickening knot formed in the pit of my stomach. His house was empty, not even a speck of dust could have been found on the impeccable wooden flooring. The only thing in the entire room beyond him was a neat stack of boxes. It couldn’t be. After I finally summoned up the courage to confess, he couldn’t be leaving. My heart couldn’t bear it.

“Mianhae Chanyeol. I was just about to take the last boxes and leave for good.”

Even If I had wanted to, I could not have formed a single syllable. My throat was choked up as I struggled to contain the river of tears threatening to fill. Spinning on my heel, I ran. I ran from the boy I loved, whom was leaving me. I ran from the embarrassment of the situation. I tried to run from my own self hate. Why did I take so long to tell him how I felt? I’m so stupid!

The only thing that I had ever wanted in life had just been viciously ripped away from me in the matter of 1 quick conversation. I only wanted Baekhyun to accept my love, to return it. Was that so much to ask for?

My foot steps echoed as I bounded through the empty streets of suburbia with the sun beating down upon me. A thin sheen of sweat formed on my upper lip, yet I took no notice what so ever. I couldn’t focus on anything other than my devastated thoughts. They were mocking me; causing me to relive the painful moment over and over again.

You’re too late.

Too late.

Too late.

Unable to hold my self back, I let out an inhuman roar, attempting to at least release some of the emotions suffocating me, tearing at my heart. I had not made it very far before I stopped, panting heavily. I currently stood on the path parallel to a now empty road. Looking at the cracked white lines in the centre of it, I nodded to myself in confirmation. If I couldn’t love Baekhyun, I didn’t want to do anything anymore. Tugging once again at my sweater, I only had to wait less than a minute before a car presented its self. Making sure to time it perfectly, giving the driver no chance to swerve, I wiped away my final, grief stricken tear, before stepping out.

 Little did I know the one driving was my love Baekhyun. He was the one that happened to kill me.

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Sorry that it is so short ;A;

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(Aigoo, i sound so desperate)