Jiyong's POV

She's not her. She's not who I wish she could be. I can't pretend she's Chae. Chae hates rainy days and sad songs while Kiko loves the cold and would rather get wasted. When I met Kiko, she was this mysterious girl with wide eyes but now I see that she's not who I thought she was, but I love her. This sick, twisted feeling called love made me leave the girl of my dreams. I had to leave her smooth skin, her cute laugh, her wise words. I had to leave it all behind because I met someone new. The promises I had made were all broken the day Kiko pressed her lips against mine. The moment our lips touched I knew I had to leave it all behind because I'm a ing coward. I let her go and now she doesn't even known where I am, maybe looking for me in places I won't be found. London is a strange, new place for me compared to the small town I come from. I got a record deal and a tour but everything is slipping away as I get farther and farther away from her. We haven't talked in months and I bet she doesn't want to see my face. Her mom must hate me so much since I broke her little girl's heart. , I miss her. There aren't enough words to express the aching I feel every day that passes that I don't hold her in my arms.

I stopped taking photos once she stopped being in them. My old cameras are dusty and hidden because I haven’t erased our pictures. How could I… when that’s all I have left. Kiko stirs next to me and I turn to face her. 

“Hey, sleepyhead.” She yawns while she’s stretching. She always does.

“Ji, I’m so tired.” 

“Well, after what we did last night…” I smirk at her. The evidence of last night lies under us. I hold her body close to mine and breath her in. When I close my eyes, I can still see her. My heart starts beating fast and tears spring in my eyes. , why I am I crying? 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Kiko grabs my head and forces me to look her in the eyes. I shake my head, not willing to reply and rest my head on the crook of her neck. Her skin was so smooth against mine. What am I doing?

-------- Chae's POV--------

I wake up with the familiar headache and look around my room as if trying to find something I've been missing. I hear the rustling of leaves and I'm pleasantly surprised when I find the rain pouring. I open the balcony doors and stand under the rain, feeling the cold droplets on my skin. I used to hate rain but ever since he left, the rain feels so much better on my skin. My cigarrattes must be here somewhere. The urge and anxiety are back and the way I've learned to take care of them is by smoking. I frantically open drawers to find them hidden somewhere. They're tucked under my sheets, thank God. I hold the lighter close and with my slight tremor, take longer than usual to light it. Once the scorching smoke fills my body, I relax under the overcast day. I wonder what he's doing now. He's probably with h