mistakes happen, right?
no one really knows what happened between jake and byeol, once their love chapters started.
fate wanted them to meet, but fate also decided to seperate them...
will history repeat itself? will they let themselves go through...
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➳ 3rd year highschool
sometimes when we see a person change, we mentally prepare ourselves for the outcome. they change and something changes between us.
with jake? i never mentally prepared myself for him. there was no time for him to change. one night and he was a complete different person. it's off. isn't it?
as if my heart is shattered in pieces. i cry, i sit on the bed, i cry, i shake, i cry, i can barely breathe, but. i. cry.
i look up from my pulled in knees. i look at him to be specific.
is this a dream? because why is he still standing there looking at me with... so much... disgust?
maybe it was my blurred vision. maybe it was the adrenaline. maybe the shattered heart in my chest. or maybe the buzzing in my ears. maybe it's just me. he hates me.
thinking about how he leaves me here alone and never touches the key again. never looks at the hotel again. never looks at me again, just makes me cry more.
this was it. the moment i feared. the day. the time. and the year. i feared today. i feared my future after today. i feared him. if he can raise his voice at me, he can easily hit me too.
mom is like that.
my hands shake, resting on my thighs. i didn't try to be calm anymore. i didn't want to be calm anymore.
"what about you?" i wipe off my tears and look at him. he pushes himself away from the door.
"what about me?" his voice leaves shivers down my spine. it was like a whole different person talking to me.
"why the fuck do you trust her more? who the fuck is she to trust?! i am your fucking girlfriend not nahyun," i scream at him.
"she's been worshipping you for god knows how long. do you enjoy it that much?"
jake stays quiet. for a moment i thought i pushed myself through him. for a split second i thought he will rethink his decisions.
"if she hadn't sent me the picture, you would keep cheating and i would stand here, stupidly." he laughs, running his hand through his hair again.
"i never kissed his lips but you keep asking the question. i am fucking innocent jake," i sigh as silently tears roll down my cheeks. hot tears.
"i swear to god, jake. i am not cheating on you," i give up after i see jake shaking his head constantly.
"there is no need. you proved yourself already," jake stops, after he picks up his phone and leaves me alone in the room. not even taking a double take.
alone i wipe off the tears. alone i sit on the bed and wait for him to come back. i wait for him to come back and hug me, kiss me and tell me he was wrong.
but i realised way too late, he will never come back. he will never come back to this room, hug, kiss, and tell me he's wrong.
because this was the end of us. it was the very last page, where the storyline ends.
and i had the book opened for too long. a book i couldn't realize it had ended. i waited for a part two, for another chapter to be written, but there was none. this was it, it was the end of us.
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"jake, call me back please," byeol sits on her bed, surrounded by wet tissues, her face puffy and her three days old mascara all over it.
in her right hand she holds her phone, calling jake. in the other she holds the test. the pregnancy test.
byeol stares at it and waits for the line to disappear. byeol stares at it and jakes words linger in her brain.
"i would love to call her shiwang," he said. "i promise we will built a family with two kids and a penthouse," he promised.
"come back," byeol squeezed her eyes shut and sobs. she grips her phone tighter, not knowing he had finally picked up the call. he was listening to her sobs, her little screams, the way she was sniffling and begging for him to come back.
jake hung up. he didn't care, because he was as broken as her. the only difference? she was showing it while he was hiding it.
he was thinking, rethinking. thinking about the words she had said before he left.
he felt sorry. there was no reason not to trust her. she was right. why was i trusting her more. why didn't i put my trust in her.
but it was too late. i was too late.
and even though the night streets were brightened by the stars, the brightest star had lost its sparks and was left there like a puzzle with a missing piece.
