In the dark night where only the moon is illuminating, dragging my feet on the street with shoulders hanging down as if all the burden of the world is on them I let out a long deep breath followed by a white smoke coming out of my mouth.

The fog vanishing into thin air reminds me of uncountable times I have thought of disappearing just like that.

I used to cry a lot but today not a single tear dared to flow from my eyes. Why are they not blurring my sight? Why are they not flowing to make my heart feel a bit lighter? My tears were the evidence of me being alive but now I am feeling dead. I'm dead inside.

Looking back at the busy road where life is running left and right even if I do not live tomorrow, it will remain the same. Everyone will do their work, everyone will live their life just as they do. Then what difference does my existence make?

Nothing.

The vibration of my phone that I want to ignore again like I have been doing since morning.

It stops ringing as I get it out of my pocket. Notifications are floating on my screen.

• You have 35 missed calls

• Yoongi❤️
20 messages

I click on the second notification and Yoongi's messages pop up on my screen.

- Hlo, baby.
~ 10:01am

- Why are you not picking up my
calls?
~ 10:01am

- What time are you coming back?
~10:02am

- Are you okay, honey?
~ 11:30am

I scroll down to the end.

- What did I do wrong now?
~ 4:35pm

- I'm fed up with your daily mood swings.
~ 6:45pm

- Ok don't reply, stay mad.
~ 7:50pm

- I HATE YOU!!!
~ 8:05pm

I can't bear this pain anymore, I quit.

"I'm sorry."