[ COLD || HUSBAND || JEON ]

p.t-9

Playlist- Hurts So Good by Astrid S.

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Tears run down slowly from your eyes.

One drop.

Two drop.

Three drop.

Than rever.

"W-why me? Why this has to happe-en with me mum-ma? How cou-ld he do this to me? Doesn't he f-feels any shame? Why did he even b-bring me here when h-he has his g-girlfrind?. I want t-to go back h-home."

You cried non stop. No one's there. No one's there to hold you, comfort you. not like it used to be. Talking to yourself looking at no-where halfway laying on the tub You cried your heart out. feeling extremely lonely, there's no one that can comfort you...is there?

Not your mother, she naver let a single drop of tear to escape your eyes, not even your father who always protected you and never let anyone to harm you? you sobbed loudly regretting caming here on the very first day.

A image of your mother and father present itself infront of your aperture.

This is the second worst day of your life, you have no idea of how many additionally disgraceful days are ahead of you.

"He genuinely love's her so much mumma..." You felt like someone hurl you with a bucket of cold water. You felt numb. "I've seen affection in his eyes. Only for her." You're sick of this.

A sad chuckle abandoned your lips, reminiscing the scenario of them.

"He doesn't even cared for me just a little. He didn't even tried to loo-kk after me?!"

You asked your self. Your voice cracked with unstoppable sobs, your heart churned into million of tiny pieces as if stabbing a wounded place again and than again feeling like no one loves you, there's no one besides you. He didn't even tried to search for you? Does he despise you that much?

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You wore a white robe and looked at your reflection in the mirror. The cheerful y/n you used to see in the mirror was no longer there. There's a weak, pale exhausted ugly girl. You saw a reflection being manifest in your place. It's her. his girlfriend. You can't deny the fact, she's extreemly beautiful. She's a haze, any man would get attracted to her no doubt. you studied her mirroring with fantasies in your eyes. Everything about her is so beautiful and classic. Her 5'4 something height makes her more attractive. Her tender pale white skin is eye pleasing. As if exceptionally fragile. Her hourglass body mocked yours. Insecurity wrapped your once joyful human body, it blasted open and covered your olive skin in it's darkness. You were never insecure and now everything turned up side down. You despise the person you're seeing infront of you. It could be her or it's you yourself.

You couldn't stand her anymore, at taht moment you experienced something horrible. As if the walls were trying to suffocate you. Your heartbeat accelerated as you exhaled deep breaths. You heard something. Someone's whispering close to your ears. So close.

"He's mine." You jolted up huffing you felt paranoid. You saw her laughing at you.

You quickly opened the door and came out.

Your eyes burnt.

What's wrong with me?

What's happening?

You got halted on your spot startled almost a scream escaped your lips. Your breaths accelerated spoting the man in his black suit sitting on the couch looking daggers at you. A leg placed on another, smoking La aroma de coba. Your skipped a beat. How? anger contoured your vision as you glared back.