The Show Must Go On

PROLOGUE

"P-please answer...."

The rain was pouring so hard, the cold biting my skin, my lips began to tremble. I'm sitting on the bench we usually hang out. Waiting. Waiting for almost half of the day. I don't want to walk away from here even though it started raining so hard, what if he'll come and I'm not here?

I was exhausted and hungry, but I won't still move.

He'll come. He will.

The water from my messy hair dropped on my screen where his name was plastered.

Maybe he's busy. He's busy that he forgot that we had to meet here.

Yeah, don't ovethink. He loves you. He feels the same. He loves you.

I kept on whispering soothing words so I won't overthink.

For the first time, I stood from the bench where I was sitting for hours. I almost fell when my knees turned into jellies. My body started to ache, my vision was getting blurry like everything around me is turning.

Suddenly, the rain stop pouring. Someone was holding my arm so I won't fall. My vision started to clear and I saw a tall man staring at me intently. I want to smile in relief but my lips were trembling so instead, I gave him a weak smile.

"J-jungkook."

I know he would come. He won't let me here alone.

"what are you doing, sinb?"

My weak smile  faded, my body shivered because of his cold voice. I can't see the gentleness in his eyes. Those are not the pair of eyes who used to stare at me lovingly.

"I-it's... Sunday.."

His emotion was still stoic. "so?"

My trembling lips parted. But I recovered a forced a laugh. He looked away, pursing his lips.

"I came here when I read your text, you kept on calling when I'm still sleeping. It's Sunday! Exactly. Shouldn't we resting?" he said staring at me with his emotionless eyes.

"why are you like this? Do we have a problem? Please tell me. Are you mad at me?"

I covered my mouth when a sob escaped from it. If this was still like before, I won't feel anything. I won't feel hurt because of his cold actions. Everyhting has changed. Even my feeling for him. And I thought he feels the same.

He shook his head. "why are you crying? We don't have a problem. Stop bugging me and go home.."

He was about to walk away when I grab his arm to stop. My hands slipped because I feel weak.

"What happened?" I asked

"nothing, sinb." he answered without a doubt. "nothing happened. I'm still me-"

"then why do I feel like you hate me?" I cut him off

He turned around to face me. His face remain stoic, but his eyes were sharp like it would kill me if I kept staring at it for so long.

"I never liked you, this is just a show right? Well, you know what? I got tired of pretending."

My chest hurt when he said those last words. Pretending. I forgot. We're just pretending all along, I lost, I fell for him. I thought all he's feelings and actions towards me was true, I forgot. We're just a lead actor and actress in this damn show.

"so, you're just pretending. All of those, weren't real." I muttured, pain  was eating me inside. It's making me weaker.

"you fell for it?" he asked with a humor in his voice. He laughed and shook his head.

"I thought you're smart. This relationship has been a lie so as my feelings!"

Thunder roars, rain started to pour, harder than before. Being emphatitic about my feelings.

"you're lying..." I shook my head. I don't want to believe what he's saying.

"guess what? I'm not." he chuckled. "I asked Bang PD to release an article saying that we broke up. I'm tired of this show, I'm tired pretending. So let's just end this and focus with our separate lives."

He walked backwards. Standing apart from me.

"you're lying.." I insisted

"I'm not! Damn! Get back to your senses!"

I shook my head and started walking near him. He was about to step back but stopped when I bent down in front of him, begging.

"Push me away. Curse me. Just don't pretend that you doesn't feel the same way like I do."

My hands were touching the cold solid ground to support my body from falling. I'm kneeling in front of him, begging him to love me too.

"you're pathetic." her voice roared inside my head. "I will never love you. Never in my dreams."

His words were stucked inside my head. I was not able to answer. No words escaped from my lips and just stared at him, walking away. Leaving me with his word that distressed me, wounding me.

"you deserve someone who will love you, every seconds of his life. And that's not me."

I feel disgusted with myself from begging. I never imagined myself begging someone to love me back. I can live without love, before he came.

You're lucky if you're story ends with a happy note. Not everyone will experience happy endings, some of them were just hoping that that would experience the same happiness. Some wish for contentment.

When will I be enough?