Twice One Shots

55. What is.. (Sahyo)

(This is a part two to Nothing But. If you haven't read it yet, I highly suggest you do so this very sad and angsty part two can make more sense!)

Day One

As soon as the door locked behind Sana, Jihyo fell apart. She sobbed for hours, her head against her arms on the kitchen table as she tried to make sense of anything. Sana's words crushed her heart, and she was afraid that if she didn't stop crying her heart would completely break into a million little pieces.

"I just don't love you anymore..."

Day Seven

By the end of the week, Jihyo was in shambles. She got up later every day, barely able to drag herself out of bed to go to the bathroom. She had left voicemail after voicemail, hoping, and praying that Sana would pick up.

Jihyo felt like a ghost in her own home as she simply existed inside of it. She called off sick to work, not wanting to risk her clients' safety if she went in like this. Trying her best to at least get some water, Jihyo emerged from the bedroom. She shuffled to the fridge and poured herself a glass of water.

Turning around, her stomach turned at the state of the living room. On the first day that Sana left, Jihyo cried for hours. Her tears slowly turned into anger, and she took every single picture of her and Sana out of their frames. There were a few she ripped to shreds, but there were a few just scattered on the floor and on the coffee table.

The few pictures she spared were all from their wedding, a painful reminder that no matter how many times she called or texted, Sana wouldn't come back to her. It was a painful reminder that the happiest day of her life was a memory and nothing more. Jihyo desperately wanted to turn back time to that day and relive it over and over again. She wanted to be happy again.

Day Eleven

Sana knocked on the apartment door with a shaky hand. She knew that she could just walk in, but it didn't feel like home anymore. As she waited, her nerves felt like they were on fire. Her hands shook and her palms were sweaty. She froze as soon as the door opened, and she saw Jihyo.

Jihyo looked up at Sana, tired and lifeless. Sana could tell she hadn't slept in days and had barely eaten anything. She could see it in the bags under Jihyo's eyes. The way she was hunched over. The stained shirt she was sure that Jihyo hadn't taken off in days.

"I just came to get some stuff." Sana said this so quietly that Jihyo barely heard her. She was still trying to process the fact that Sana did still have her things in the apartment. She was still trying to process the fact that even though Sana was standing in front of her, she wasn't coming back home.

Wordlessly, Jihyo nodded and stepped aside. Sana slipped her shoes off and took a step into their apartment. Jihyo watched at the slight flinch once Sana saw the torn pictures scattered across the floor. Sana tried to look past the pictures, but the more she looked around the worse she felt.

The apartment looked as broken as Jihyo felt. Dirty dishes laid on every surface with half-eaten microwaveable meals. Jihyo's briefcase was open on the kitchen table with her papers spread everywhere. The clock over their TV was stopped and the couch was littered with used tissues.

Jihyo awkwardly stood by the entrance of the apartment, eyes on Sana like a hawk as she slowly made her way around the room. Before long, Sana tore her eyes away from the reflection of Jihyo's shattered heart and walked into their bedroom. She ignored the mess in the room and packed up the rest of her clothes in two suitcases.

When Sana rolled the suitcases out of the room, Jihyo had moved. She was sitting on the couch just staring at a picture of Sana laughing. She was in her wedding dress, a bouquet in one hand while the other held Jihyo's.