Love Syndrome - Rewritten

17

Day's P.O.V.

I silently stared at the wall as I heard the door click shut. His voice, his words...his rejection echoed in my ears. 

I screamed out in anger, wanting to do something to release my emotions. 

I decided, since I had already neglected basically an entire week of work to spend time with Brick, I might as well not go back to work until next week. 

So...I called Nan, a subordinate of mine from my previous job, but we were practically friends. 

He owns a race track in Bangkok and I raced there sometimes, despite Night asking me to quit. 

I picked up the phone, bluntly told him I'd be racing today, took a nice cold shower, and then left after getting ready. 

I sped down the roads until I saw the familiar location. 

Nan greeted me, but seeing my mood, he immediately threw the keys to a random car to me before walking me to it. 

Before I knew it, I was at the starting line, going up against some random person. 

As I pressed down on the accelerator, I let the feeling of exhilaration drive me. 

I let my stress melt away, almost like I was moving so fast that I was leaving the past and my thoughts behind. 

My anger was subsiding and I enjoyed watching the other car struggle to keep up. 

This was why I loved racing. 

That feeling of just knowing that you're travelling around 200km/h and nothing could get in your way. 

That feeling of just forgetting everything and focusing entirely on winning...but also being reminded that at any moment, this could be the last thing you ever do. 

And it was that realization that always pulled my head out of my own ass and allowed me to think clearly, pushing all my anger out into the universe instead of leaving me trapped in my head. 

After I'd won the race, I shook the other driver's hand and then went into Nan's office. 

He didn't say anything, just letting me take deep breaths as I stared at the wall. 

Why did I say that to him?

Why couldn't I see his pain? 

Why was I so jealous? 

But shouldn't he understand that I just cared about him? That I didn't want him to drink his life away and damage his body so much....Yes, I'm a hypocrite because I smoke, but I'm addicted, he clearly isn't. 

And that girl! They were holding hands and acting all intimate when everyone clearly saw us together. 

That isn't how you act with friends. 

And if he wanted to be with me, he would have to be able to deal with who I really was and what I expected of my partners, which he clearly couldn't because he is a man whore.

I did the right thing. I just looked out for myself and I got revenge on the guy who planned to hurt my brother. 

It all worked out exactly as I had planned at the start...right? 

So then why do I feel like there is a lump in my throat, like I'm about to vomit, and feeling so angry at the thought of him and that girl actually being together and my assumptions being right?

Forget it! 

He isn't worth it. 

He is!

No, HE ISN'T!

By arguing with myself, I managed to snap myself out of whatever funk I was in...and it was like my life went back to normal and I could finally get back to my routine. 

I called my salon to tell them I would be coming back tomorrow and to reschedule as many of my appointments as possible, as well as telling them that I'd make it up to all the employees (I did still feel guilty for being an irresponsible boss, but I was not about to apologize, so this was the best they would get). 

And the next day, after I had woken up, I had forgotten all about the 'incident.' It was almost like my brain had wiped it from my memory in order to protect me from myself and my emotions, allowing me to act all cold and serious again. I welcomed the calmness within me and went about my life like normal. 

//This one's a short one but I felt the need to add in Day's perspective. No, I'm not saying that whatever Day has done is forgivable because he has anger issues...I'm simply showing that he isn't just some aggressive, violent, guy that is toxic for no reason whatsoever and changed into becoming a good person just because he falls in love...that's not so realistic in my opinion because if you give someone what they want, why would they want to change? - Anyway, rant over. Sorry about that.//