The Fourteenth Tale

He tapped his shoes on the hard concrete. A bouquet of roses held by his hand behind his back.  

The light wind blew away his brunet hair from his eyes. He his plump rose lips as he blinked his thin eyelashes. 

Seokjin looked up at the night sky. It was the perfect night. 

He smiled. The memory of his confession was raw in his mind. His heart skipped a beat. 

He exhaled happily. He looked up to a horrid view.

Seokjin's feet suddenly came to a stop. 

Scarlet roses dropped onto the floor. 

His eyes widened. 

He attempted to say something but only air left his lips. 

There. The girl from his dreams. Was kissing another man. 

Her eyes slowing opened.

She saw him. 

He ran. 

As fast as his legs would take him. 

Tears forming in the corners of his eyes. 

He choked up. 

"Happy Anniversary..."