✓ SIX THIRTY ━ johnny suh

. . . . chapter forty-eight.

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SONG    OF     THE     DAY     :
you suck at love - simple plan

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[ flashback ]

the moment chia heard the news about her boyfriend, she tried her best to stay in denial.

it was no use though. what did she expect from the guy? he was a well-known womanizer! she should've known what she was getting into.

this was the point of her life where she realized love was truly blinding.

she met up with him at a fast food chain to get herself some peace of mind once and for all.

"hey, babe." he gave her a kiss on the cheek upon arrival, sitting on the stool across her. "you okay?"

"how long?"

at first, the man was genuinely clueless. "huh?"

"how long has she been pregnant?"

chia didn't waste any time. she used an approach that was upfront. confrontational. her lips did not even quiver.

"chia, baby, look i—"

"answer the fucking question. and don't even dare to gaslight me."

her voice saying that was loud enough to shut him up but not too much to get the attentions of everyone around. the cheater swung his head down, ashamed.

"six months."

her sunken heart had pushed itself deeper. if you count that one year on tumblr, they've been together for three years. she expected that time frame too, but it was still overly heartbreaking when admitted by the doer.

"and she's your ex?"

that fact made everything even worse. were there any feelings towards her in the first place if that was the instance? why date another woman if you were just going to fall back to the first one anyway? rebound shit? either way, it hurt.

"baby, please, please listen to me."

she wasn't interested in his redemption speech. she'd heard enough. she'd forgiven too much. all she could mutter before storming out of the fast food chain was, "fuck you."

"chia."

he was fast enough to run after her and grab her wrist. his hold was so firm that she was sure it'd leave a mark.

she was strong enough to push if away though. also strong enough to finally pour her heart out.

"no. you're a fucking waste of time. i know should've left you the moment i first walked in on you fucking some other woman in my bedroom, but i didn't. i thought it was just a rough patch teen couple go through. i thought you'd grow out of it. but fuck you didn't!

"it hurts me so much because i pushed away a life of comfort just for 'us' to happen. every night, i'd feel like a mother. you come home all drunk and sweaty smelling like sex and i'm the one who has to clean your vomit. i'm the one paying for damages when you cause a fight in a bar. i gave up uni for you and this stupid band we fantasized over at 15 you were trying to make real, and all i get is this? this— t-this— this bullshit?