pain;
the only thing that makes him feel alive

"Hoseok," Closing her eyes, she takes some steps backwards while tilting her head down, not wanting to make the eye contact with the boy who is walking towards her, slowly. "I can't pretend anymore," Scared, she finally dares to look at him in the eyes. "I'm sorry."

Being sorry is not enough for the boy who has spent six years with a girl who is now telling him that wants to end this relationship once and for all.

"Is this some kind of joke?" After seeing her shaking her head, he grabs her by the collar, and pushes her to the wall. "Jihyun," Trying her best to escape the current situation that she is through, she starts to cry, and places her hand on the boy's, with the thought of calming him down. "You can't just break my heart into fucking pieces, and walk away!"

He sees her struggling as she is gasping for breath, but he does not want to let go of her. After noticing the teardrops that are running down her cheeks like a stormy ocean, he finally decides to let her go, and soon, covers his face in frustration.

Definitely, this is the best time to escape while he is in a war with his inner self, so without wasting more time, she rushes to the door in order to leave, but she suddenly stops when she decides to see the boy who is curled up in pain, for the last time.

Letting out a breath while knowing this is so selfish of her, she forces herself that ending this relationship is the best choice she has ever made.

All of those years they have spent together, all the happiness, and all the pain they have been through, flashes back in her mind. It is hard to leave them all behind, but she wants to live a better life, a better life without Hoseok.

She returns to the reality when she sees the boy blocking her way. "Am I not enough for you?" He seeks for an honest answer in her eyes, but he also needs to hear it from her in order to make sure that he is not stucked in a nightmare.

Without answering his question, she places her hand on the knob, but he grabs her by the shoulder, and pushes her back to the living room. This time, he is the one who does not seem to care about her, but it is all a lie that he is hiding behind the mask of madness.

Wriggling out of his grip, she shouts at the top of her lungs, "Do you want to hear the truth?"