“I’m still missing you.”, She teared up as she looked at her phone screen, looking back at the pictures she took with Jonghyun.

Why did I…Why did things have to happen this way? How am I supposed to feel when three years has been broken and has been useless to me…. How am I supposed to get over this so easily? Even Yuri thinks that I can break you away from my wavering heart….I’m not that strong as I thought I would be. Even though I despise what you did to my heart, I still am in love with you.    Looking at the screen, she felt almost hopeless…how was she to cope with the pain that constantly entered her mind like a headache that would never go away. As tears flowed down her face, she hears a knock on the door. She gets up lazily, and opens the door to see Donghae holding up a box of tissues with his head facing the other way. Her face turned into confusion as her tears fall from her face one by one.    He clears his throat,”I hear it’s allergy season…so I got you a box of tissues.”    Donghae shakes the tissue box, trying to show off the box as if she didn't see it in front of her. Then, he faces toward her with confidence and a slight smile on his face to make sure that she doesn't know that he felt bad for her.    She looks at him, tears effortlessly flowed down her face, “I don’t….”   He coughs to get the awkwardness he felt,”I should get to bed…It’s like eight.”   Yoona takes the box with a faint smile as he closes the door,”Thank you.”   Donghae gave a slight smile as he closed the door, leaving the the living room and into his room. He was quite glad he stopped her tears, he disliked it when girls cried. It wasn’t because they looked ugly crying, but they seemed to burn a whole in his heart…. his mother was liked that.. A memory he would like to forget once in a while or perhaps forever.   “I hope she dries her tears.”, He said pulling his sheets up. Trying his best to make sure their hotel environment was at peace, he closed his eyes for the next day to arrive.   Yoona walked back to her bed, carrying the box of tissues as if it was a newborn. She stared at the box, realizing her tears has stopped. Maybe having a roommate will ease her heart and mind off of Jonghyun. She shook her head at the thought, as if a person could dry up her tears and wash her heartache like that. There was no one, but superman to do that for her. Maybe superman couldn't do that...either.   Grabbing her phone, she dials Yuri’s number. The phone rings, but she doesn’t pick up. Disappointed, Yoona went to bed….dreaming of what to do the next day.   Tossing and turning as the moon faded to a bright sun, Yoona woke up with tired, red eyes. For the first time, she felt the need to find a way to get out the hotel like she needed to get out of her apartment. There was no reason to stay inside a stuffy room, locked only to remember the worst memories and heartache that found its way to her brain. Looking around her, she hardly took her clothes out of luggage or even tried to open the large suitcase. Tissues laid everywhere, surrounding her body.    “I need to get out and explore…”, She trailed off as she got up from the bed, brushing her teeth in the bathroom.    Watching her own reflection she couldn’t believe this was who she was now, a weak emotion- influenced girl. It wasn’t what she wanted to be over and over again. As she brushed her teeth carefully, memories seeped in quietly. What memory? It may be stupid to her, but it was when Jonghyun scared her every time she spent a long time in the bathroom. Or when she would annoy him playfully if he was in the bathroom.    “Stupid memories.”, She spat as she threw her toothbrush in the small cup.   Stretching her tiredness , she opened up her suitcase and pulled out a blue and white polka-dot romper. She wore it on the spot, and went on her makeup. Once she was satisfied how she looked, she opened the doorknob toward the entrance that connected her and her roommate.     “Hey.”, Donghae smiled as soon as Yoona w