“I can’t do this anymore” he voiced out his feeling that got buried for a long time. He showed his back to his partner, refused to saw his face because it made him sick every time he saw that face. Looking through the glass window in front him was more tempting, at least he could felt comfort from the view of the empty street where a line of tree standing strongly at the sidewalk, the green leaves that attached to the branches dancing along wind the wind blows. For a moment he can forgot his worries, his fear and mostly he can forgot the fact that he was standing in the same room with him. At least, he wouldn’t show the sadness in his eyes and show the other how broken he is because it would only made him look so pathetic and so pity.

A sigh came out from his partner’s mouth followed with silence. It so matched with the dark room, the only source of light is the window in front of him where the street light and the moonlight bragged in through it. And he likes it, it was better this way, dark, because it meant he wouldn’t able to see the other’s face clearly. So it will less hurt. This place was place where they spent most of their time together, it felt so warm and comfortable before but now it felt so cold, empty and suffocating and he couldn’t stand staying in here for too long.

“I have said don’t turn on the light! I want us to talk! I want us to finish all of this” he nearly shouted when he heard movement behind him, moving to where the lamp switches located. The movement stopped immediately, hands just an inch from the button, then going down again followed by a sad sigh from the owner.

“Why are you being like this?” he hates his voice, he hates this question it felt like the man behind him didn’t know the reason behind their argument when in fact he clearly knew it.

“You know why! I will move out from here, I can’t stay in here anymore. I’m sick. I’m tired.” All of his rage had replaced with depressed and tiredness, his shoulder slump down, hands frantically moving in the air to show how he felt.

“Seungyoon” he hates how soft his voice was when he called his name.

“No. I want to stop. I want us to break up.” He said in low voice, tired, he just wanted to end all of this that going on. All of this that made his life likes a trash, all of this that hurts him every single day, all of this that waste his tears and feeling.

“You know that is my duty to protect him. It is my job.” He tried to explain to Seungyoon, sound as depressed as Seungyoon.

“Is it your duty too to HIM?!” He turned around harshly, eyes piercing with anger and hatred.

“You know that I only love you” those eyes looking at Seungyoon straightly, tried to tell Seungyoon that he really meant it.

“I don’t care with your bull. Everyday, everyday Seunghoon, I spend my day everyday just to un