She scraped his 4.1 million dollar car so he'll make sure she pays every last cent. To her, it's torture. To him though? It's keeping her close so that he can make her fall in love with her just like he did the second he laid eyes on her.
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1 Year Later
It's her birthday today. I wonder if she's celebrating this year. I still remember her face so clearly, her smile and her laugh. Her body, how it reacted whenever I'd touch her. I remember her tear stained face when I broke up with her. When I broke the heart of the woman I swore I'd never hurt. I swore I'd never leave her. Yet I did exactly that.
But I couldn't let her see me lose myself to alcohol. She didn't deserve that. Drunk me was a horrible guy and I didn't want to show that side of me to her. It was for the best. That's what I said to myself everyday since the day she left. She was better off without me anyways.
Though, when I pushed her away I didn't think I'd lose one of my close friends as well. Jimin stopped speaking to me a couple of months after I broke up with her and I couldn't really blame him. They met each other first so I understand why he chose to stay by her side than by mine.
It also doesn't make it any better for my case when all I did was mope around, drink and destroy things when Jiwoo was in the coma. But four months ago she finally woke up. It took her a while to relearn some things but now I have my older sister back. I'd like to say that when she woke up I gave up alcohol for good. But without Elizabeth it felt useless to be sober and not have her by my side.
And I couldn't bring myself to contact her. Not after how much time has passed. I haven't seen her since that one day at a red light. Some other girl was driving her car but I recognized her. She never looked in my direction which I was upset about at the moment but now I'm thankful since I probably would've begged her to come back had she looked me in the eyes.
My droopy eyes scanned over the empty ceiling. A bitter laugh escapes my lips as I recall all the times I shared with her in here. This whole house had been engraved with memories of her that only made me lonelier. I wish she was here. I wish I could hold her and beg for forgiveness.
Do I even have that right?
"Hoseok!" Jiwoo's voice booms through my office and I raise my brows as I turn to look at her. Her face twists into a scowl when she sees the glass bottle in front of me and she snatches it away from me. "Seriously when are you going to stop drinking?" She tosses it in the trash and I shrug absent-mindedly.
"I have more."
"You better not drink more." She warns me and I crack a smile.
"I'm not in the mood for it right now. What is it you need noona?" I ask, blinking repeatedly in attempts to keep myself awake even though all I wanted to do was lay down and knock out for the rest of the day.
