She was left alone. Again. In the cold winter night.

Baekhyun had just called and cancelled their night out. Again. For the nth time. She expected a good enough reason. But apparently, Baekhyun's not giving her that. Nope. Nada. 

She would've understood-being her understanding self-if his reason was along the lines of rehearsals or maybe photoshoots. But nope, not again. This past few months, it's all about her. The other woman. 

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Dear Mama, 

Happy Birthday, Mama! I really miss you. No. WE miss you. Me and Dad. It hurts so damn much. To celebrate the birthday without the celebrant. God, I would do everything I can to bring you back. But apprently, my everything is always not enough. Maybe that's why he also left me.  Maybe...Maybe he was not the problem. Maybe, I was. I love him, Mama. But he doesn't seem to see me more than a sister. 

Hah. That's funny. If I was his sister. Then is the child I'm bearing his brother/sister too? That would be too wrong. Too wrong to be true. One can never be both a brother and a father. But maybe it's just me. Again. Why am I such a failure, Mama? God, if I wasn't too dumb that night. 

That night. We...We we're not in our stable selves. But we regret nothing. Or atleast, I regret nothing. It was just a few bottles of Soju. Mama, and the rest was history and an angel was formed.