My hands tremble as I read a text from my ex-friend. My heart tears into pieces when the words skim through my irises. He had never cared. Well he did, but not like me.
Tears trail down my cheeks. He was my best friend for years. And it's over. It's over. Everything we've been through, it's done.
"Bin? Baby, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm going to take a bath."
I push his hand away, wiping my tears. I can't even look at him as I walk past, too pain ridden to do so. He tries talking again, but I slam the door shut. I can't do people right now.
The bath water runs. It's loud. I like that. I can sob freely, but I still want to scream. I want to scream until it all stops hurting.
"Changbin? Sweetheart, I'm home."
Chan's voice comes through the door, interrupting my self pity. It's my fault. It's all my fault. There's nothing going through my head that's positive. I hate all of me.
The doorknob jiggles, but I barely notice. Music plays on my phone, milking my emotions until they could become numb. I don't want to feel anymore. Not right now.
"Bun, what happened?"
I open my sticky eyes, staring at Chan who kneels by the tub. He runs his fingers through my hair, caressing my cheek after. Another wave of tears hit me almost as if I hadn't just cried for an hour in a tub of cold water.
He pulls me to his chest, despite my wet body. He whispers sweet nothings, telling me I was okay and it would be alright.
I just breathe him in, feeling his blonde curls tickle my cheek. I'm so sad. I'm so sad.
•How was this?•
