Daehyun’s POV
I knew something was wrong, since morning how she was daydreaming while cooking.
How she was staring at us eating..
How she tried to reject my hugs and kisses..
How she silently crept into my room and cleaned it..
How she wanted me to wear this sweater..
How she didn’t colour her face with immediate joy when she was in the bus and saw the evidence of our first kiss…
How she was crying while I was kissing her..
How she was staring out the window with a frown even after she said she was fine..
How she was staring at me when ever I am talking..
And.. All that she had muttered under her breath.
I heard them all.
"I will never be able to win you anymore.."
"Don't ever go easy on me, Daehyun.."
"If it ever hurts, just let me go.."
If these were not obvious enough, how she tried to hide her shock when Ahjumma mentioned to attend our wedding.
That was more of a shock at the suggestion of her comment.
And, I just caught her staring at me again...
Ji Yeon-ah, I am not stupid.
You gave it all away.
Bringing me to relive all our memories..
Poking at an empty plate, refusing to face me so I can't read your eyes.
Slurping the soup to act normal..
Maybe-maybe that old guy you dated can't tell..
But honey, we grew up together.
And.. I had always known what you're thinking..
Maybe-Maybe.. I'm just overthinking.
But you could have denied when I ask if you're leaving..
That-That was the last straw for me to believe..
Ji Yeon-ah, we just got back together and you're requesting to leave again.
I promised you, I'll not yell and I'll love you more.
Is that not good enough for you?
I sighed, I stood up to make payment.
"Daehyun-ah, I'm really happy for both of you, " that Ahjumma smiled, but my heart felt otherwise at her comment.
"I really hope that both of you will love and be together forever,"
That just killed my heart. Because even my heart knows that future may not come if she's planning to leave.
Ahjumma's eyes landed on Ji Yeon, I just gave a warm smile before heading out.
You have to do something if not she'll leave you again.
You went through two years of hell and you're finally with her.
Now she's leaving you have to do something.
I stopped walking and shoved my hands into my pockets, deeply sighed.
Idol life is hard enough, why can't SHE be more supportive?
Is it that hard to be with me?
Speaking of that... Where is she?
I turned around, and caught her running off in another direction.
Omo... Honey.. Are you crying?
I rubbed my head in frustration messing up my perfect hair.
Yes that's right, that's exactly how I feel now.
Less than perfect.
Actually, worse than that..
I ran after her, keeping a safe distance to not let her know, no way, no way am I letting you go...
I realised my cheeks were damp.
Am I crying?
After all, the one I love is chosing to leave me...
I'm a jerk. I must be one for her to leave me again.
She ran to sit by the beach...
Does she knows she always comes here after we quarrel back in the old days?
I took a bench slightly behind her, the place I had always sat after we had a quarrel back in the old days....
The salty wind blew her hair, making the strands fly in perfect orientation.
I could almost imagine her scent floating towards me..
Her shoulders were rhythmically moving up and down.
My heart sank.
She's crying..
I bit my lips.. What did I do?
What did I do to make you so upset?
I closed my eyes as I felt a tear trickled down..
I'm sorry, whatever it is.. I'm sorry.
I stared at her back view, I have such strong urge to ask her.
Why did she not rather choose to stand by me?
My throat was getting stuffy, my eyes are definitely swollen and red..
Maybe-Maybe.. I should let you...go.
You had, after all, decided this.
If I love you, I should respect your decision.
It must have been a tough decision.
You.. *sniff* must have made that decision because you love me..
Right?
I really wish to believe that.
Her shoulders are still moving up and down.
Her wails are louder, I could hear it slightly.
I tried to memorise the last memory of her. Even if she's crying.
"My love," I almost choked as I said this, "I'm sorry I can't go forward and let you cry on my shoulders."I bit my lips, "now" I mumbled weakly, "and in the future."
My voice has changed.
"Anymore..."I spilled the last words out of my mouth weakly.
"Good..." I stared at her painfully.
I was thinking, if she ever turns around, maybe, just maybe I'll embrace her. I wouldn't mind at all. I'll still give her my love.
The wind has turned cold and gave me a shudder as it touches my skin.
That's it, I ran with the wind to as far as I can.
Seven years, and all we're left are these wasted memories.
I'll...
I'll try to move on.
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