"I'm sorry"      

The words continued to repeat themselves over and over until they no longer held any meaning to them. Jonghyun was the sort of person that belived that if a person was truly sorry, they would try their best to actually prove themselves of being sorry instead of just saying it and walking away. However, that wasn't the case this time. In truth, he felt like an idiot for even remaining in the same spot he had been left at, almost as if hoping that the person would return but after two hours of waiting, he was certain that they wouldn't return.

Within that time, the sun had set and the street lights which gave him enough light to walk back to his empty home. The familiar flickering light that was besides his place was the only one that seemed to be broken and at this rate it seemed like no one would come around to fix it. It even tempted jonghyun to try and fix it himself but of course he wasn't well acquainted with such things. Pulling out the key from his pocket, he brought it up to unlock the door, the darkness from inside almost him in. It was convinient enough seeing as he wasn't in a good mood. 

Even being in the house made the weight on his chest heavier, he didn't even bother to turn on the lights as he walked to the living room his leg hitting something on the way but he couldn't even feel the pain. The only pain that he did feel was the one in his chest, and oh how he cursed his chest for being so weak. Sitting himself on the leather couch, he finally breathed out and as if on cue the tears he had managed to hold in before finally gushed out. He made no attempt to wipe them away, he felt weak. His whole body just felt like it was being restrained, and even he didn't want to move. He just let them come out, along with a few whimpers. 

How had he gotten into this mess? He wasn't even sure how he had gotten into this mess in the first place, because to him everything seemed like it was going well. Granted that he had only been seeing them for about four months, but those four months had been long coming from their previous 3 years of friendship. Everything had gone so smoothly, that he hadn't thought about it ending in the way that it did. They had done just about everything together, they had even started to live together in daegu- far away from seoul, because they had assumed it would be a good idea since they had known each other for this long and had managed to both find jobs in the area. They both hadn't even thought about anything bad happening to them. Yet it did, the bad had hit them when they had least expected it. 

The outside temptation had just been too much for his partner, too much that sekyung had decided to leave him. To leave him like it had been nothing to her. "I'm sorry"? How was that supposed to make jonghyun feel? To make him feel any less then what he felt at this moment? Had she honestly expected that the words that she had said almost emotiionoless to just fix up the broken pieces she was leaving behind? Well it didn't work like that. How could anyone expect for just words to make something better.

"I love you, Jonghyun." 

"You're the only one for me."

The things she had said to him kept coming like knifes that kept stabbing him over and over. He was sure that she had meant them, but had she meant them last week when she had sat with him in this same couch, holding him as they had finished making love? He sighed, it wasn't making love. It was just for her , he was certain of it. Because she had already found someone else to love. Jonghyun had only been the one she came to when she felt insecure about herself, and when she wanted someone to care for her. How could anyone be that selfish.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed once orange looking light managed to creep into it's way into the room through the half closed blinds. The darkness was disappearing for the day, and jonghyun found himself able to finally move as he turned his head to look out of the messy blinds from where he had messed up each time he waited for her to return home late. His eyes were swollen from the tears he had let out after spending the whole night crying. 

Not wanting to be the guy that spent his whole entire day being depressed about someone, he challenged himself to get up and atleast get ready. He still had a job, and he was damned if he was going to end up losing that over a girl that in truth, didn't deserve any of his tears, or any of this. Yet even by just telling himself that she didn't deserve it, it didn't change the fact that he stilled loved her. He stilled loved her, and that would haunt him.

AUTHORS NOTE:

This is like my first time writing a story on here & It's actually easier than I thought it would be. 
I hope that you guys like it, and any sort of critisism / comments / reviews would be greatly appreciated since I'm still considering myself as learning 'the ways of writing' .
I want to thank my friend, molly for helping me discover that I wasn't in writers block all along and for helping me with editing this chapter ( hopefully upcoming ones too TT ) 
But yeah! I hope you guys like this.

- 10inches