{ Chapter Eighteen }

!warning(s): coarse language

Covering his mouth, he could only stand there, eyes wide as tears threaten to escape from his eyes. The scene in front of him was unbearable but he couldn't turn away from it. Why? Crystal-like tears finally escape his eyes as he watches his lover kissing and ing someone else. Luhan bit his lips tightly as tears continue to roll down his cheeks. It only took moments before he felt a sting on his lips. He couldn't care much about it because nothing hurts more than what he is seeing right now. "Ahhh, Sehun right there. YES!" Shutting his eyes tight, Luhan finally turned his head away from the scene and ran away quickly, heartbroken. He couldn't stand watching another moment of the two or hearing the woman screaming his lover's name. It hurts, everything hurts.

Walking aimlessly down the streets, Luhan couldn't feel a single thing right now. His heart hurt so much and his eyes have long dried from the constant crying. Yet, his mind still wanders off to his lover, Oh Sehun. The jerk that he actually fell hard for. The jerk that said to his friends that he was his love. The jerk that ed another woman after not seeing one another for a week. Hours later, Luhan's legs brought him back home. Opening the door, he entered. Scanning the small, dirty and cold room, Luhan broke down. He cried till his eyes turned puffy and scream till his throat turned hoarse. Luhan had no idea how long he cried that night and had no idea when his body gave up. But knew that, it was the hardest he has ever cried.

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The next day, Luhan called in, saying that he won't be going for work as he's down. Lies. How could Luhan turn up to work looking straight like a zombie? His eyes are bloodshot red and puffy as hell. He could barely even speak a word due to the screaming last night. Thank god that the place he stayed only has a few people and they didn't bother checking up on Luhan because his screams last night were as if someone is killing him. But, it's true. Someone is indeed killing him, deep down in his heart. His body condition now is basically like a ragdoll. After calling in, Luhan continues to sit on the floor for the next god knows how long. Before he even realizes it, it's already evening time. He turns to look out the window and got up with the help of the tiny couch. Slowly and weakly, he made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. Turning on the heater, his pale and cold skin soon turn pinkish red due to the blazing hot water. Luhan couldn't bother much about it and stood there in the shower for the next two minutes before turning off the heater and slowly stepping out of the shower. Briefly drying himself with a towel, he changed into a simple tee and long pants. A sudden growl was heard and Luhan turns to look at the clock. 8.30pm. He hasn't eaten anything the whole of yesterday and today. Sighing, Luhan grabs his keys and wallet as he got his shoes on. No matter how much he doesn't want to leave the house, he still needs food.

Making his way down to the usual street store that he always eats in, he order his usual meal and quickly dig in. After paying, he thanked the store owner and exit the store, slowly making his way home. Slow yet heavy footsteps continued as Luhan walked towards his house. Even though he has filled his stomach, he can't help but feel empty still.

Why must you make me feel this way, Oh Sehun?

A car then passed by Luhan which he didn't pay attention to. He continues to walk down the streets slowly when suddenly, he heard a familiar yet disgusting voice calling his name from behind. "Luhan!" Praying hard, Luhan turn his head slowly, hoping that it isn't whoeve