𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒

𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗦

"So cupcake, where to?" He drummed on the steering wheel, the sound of the booming of vine wood boulevard radio shaking the truck.

"Little Seoul," she tucked a hair behind her ear. "Drop me off around the apartments if you can."

"Yes ma'am ," he placed his hand on the gears the sound of the car slowly turning towards the exit of the car park.

"Thank you," she cleared her throat adjusting her her clothes.

"So...what you going to do now?" He asked lowering the volume of the radio.

"I'm not sure. I'm still a bit lost in the matter," she ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm so so tired." Groaning she rested her cheek on her fist starring at the view ahead.

"You shouldn't feel forced to answer. Something I've learnt is pushing yourself in shit, with still unfinished shit doesn't mean the shits gone."He reached from the back fishing out a can as the car swerved in and out of lane. "It just means you got more shit to deal with, and let me tell you. Too much shit is never good."

"Eyes on the road Trev," she clutched her seat belt.

"You get what I mean?" He placed the can onto her lap. "So it's better you sort yourself out before you get stuck in a shitstorm."

"What's your thing with shit?" She clicked the drink open taking a small sip.

"Been through a lot of it," he fished out another can.

"Physically?" She rose her brow.

"I'd prefer not to talk about it," he cleared his throat.
Genny slowly shifted to the end of her seat taking a larger gulp from the can.

"I guess you are right in a weird way, God knows if I saw him now- I don't know what I'd do,"she finished of the can placing it into the holder.

"So you loved him? How about now?" He threw the can out the the window.

"It's complicated. It hurts so much, what he said, the realisation and thoughts of all the possible things I've missed." She crossed her arms. "The fact these thoughts of his, have probably been nesting from the start of the relationship, the anger. Frustration. The irony of it all."

"So you still hold some sort of love for him?" He handed her another can.

"Yes! No! It's just- I don't know. I feel so so-" she hugged herself.

"Betrayed?"

"Yes"

"Used?"

"Yes!"

"Vulnerable and confused?"

"Yes and Yes!"

"I know all these feeling too well, I was lied to by someone I thought was my best friend and it's a rush of emotion." He sighed. "I felt like snapping every individual bone of his and just making him feel the same way I did but a hundred times worse but-"

"But?" She leaned in closer.

"I couldn't," a low chuckle almost like a blow of air. "Normally I get revenge with ease, but even when I pointed the gun towards him..I couldn't pull myself to do it."

"What about now? Did it get better?" She bit down on her bottom lip.

"At the moment it was a flurry of emotions, when I'd see him it was all I could feel, all I could remember. The pain and betrayal. But he brushed it away like it was nothing." He sunk into his seat. "Till today I would say the emotions still appear but not as fresh and raw as before."

"Do you think you could ever feel better?if there's hope."she bit the skin of her lips.

"I'm not sure the future is unpredictable, and the saying time heals is bullshit." He threw away his can.
"The scar still remains it's a memory of the situation that re-emerges at your lowest. Getting over it doesn't mean allowing the person back into your circle. Everything will hurt especially if you had history with a person and-"

"And?" Genny faced upwards at the brunet.

"Sometimes these scars never heal fully. Sometimes these scars leave their mark permanently."

"Oh." She sunk into her seat.

"I know it sounds harsh, bitter and like giving up. But sometimes it's the truth. The world can't always be sun shines and rainbows."