ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. [ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.]

𝗦𝗮𝗲'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩:

𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙮?

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭—

He knew damn well this wasn't working out.

He was aware he was being distant. He was aware he was cold. He was aware that he changed. He was well aware that he was only making matters worse for you. For the both of you.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Oh, he wishes he could turn back time. To the time when he was still naïve, unaware of everything. Where the both of you were still content.

. . .

His experience in Spain was not how he expected. He didn't know it would be this cruel.

What's worse? It felt colder and more hollow without you.

He had been so used to your warmth and light that adapting to the opposite was hard. His experience would have been thousands, no million times better if you were there. He would have your shoulder, your sweet words, your everything.

He would sometimes reminisce the memories with you, replaying them repeatedly to help comfort him, but it had only been adverse. It was making him miss you more. He was yearning for you.

And so he had to force himself to forget those memories and replace them with new ones. He slowly started to think it was a waste of his time, a waste of his emotions.

. . .

As Sae arrived at the flower field, he was met with your enchanting beauty, he felt himself drawn to you again. He quivers, feeling like he was falling in love with you again, like he was stuck in a reiterate, his heart beating faster, feeling like staring at you for longer would make his heart explode.

Your eyes were shut as the moonlight shone on you, and your (h/c) hair glistened under the moonlight as he couldn't help but stare at your rosy lips, wanting to pull you by your waist and just kiss you already.

I'm about to hurt you, but why do you have to make it harder for me even more?

You look at him with doe eyes as he felt emotions overwhelm him. He grits his teeth for hindering your ethereal moment but he couldn't help but get lost in your (e/c) eyes, for he felt like he saw heaven right in front of him. He would tear his eyes out right here so the last thing he would ever see is your pulchritudinous visage.

"I missed you." You said, and you looked so... adorable doing it. His eyes soften slightly, wanting to reach out to you but stops himself from doing so.

"Hey." He replied, not knowing what to say. He's surprised he could even say something after looking at you for who knows how long.

"How are you?" You muttered as you smile at him. He wants you to stop. Don't look at him like that.

"Let's break up."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? Let's. Break. Up. You're nothing but a nuisance to my career as a mid-fielder."

Don't look at me like that, I'm begging you. Please. Don't look so betrayed. Don't make me regret it more. Don't look at me like you want me to say it's a joke because it isn't.

Tears ran down your cheeks and he felt like the world is ending. His heart stops, wanting to say sorry, but nothing comes out.

He tries to reach out for you, but before he could, you ran away, leaving him cold and empty. A crack in his heart opens, a gap full of nothing, feeling like a vulnerable hollow shell without you.

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭?

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐛.

His body drops to the ground as he buries his head in his knees, tears fell from his eyes, crying after four years of bottling everything up just because of some stupid break up. And he, is a stupid person.

The last petal of flower of the auburn flower falls slowly to the ground, leaving the flower hopeless.

. . .