𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕣 - 𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕩

♡ Chapter 17 ♡

I walk back to the house in the chilly cold, wrapping my arms around my body. I stare at Hyunjin's house, as the shadows and cheers of people are stained on the windows.

"Guess I have to go through the back door..." I sigh. Upon entering the house from the back, I sneak past the lounge full of laughter. I glimpse Hyunjin's contagious laughter as my heart pangs.

Was I not enough to be the person who makes you laugh?

After a while of staring pointlessly at the ceiling of my room, I hear the guests leave. I get up and walk downstairs to have a glass of water to find Hyunjin chuckling at his phone. He looks up and his smile is replaced with coldness. I flinch at the sudden expression but simply keep my head low.

"Felix," Hyunjin says. My heart stops. I feel my breaths get shallow as I turn around, still not looking up.

"We need to speak," Hyunjin orders. When I finally meet his eyes, I can tell something unspeakable is going to happen. Hyunjin walks to the lounge and I follow after him, my hands shaking in fear.

I notice a file on the table but I can't make out the header. For a moment I glimpse pain in Hyunjin's eyes but I tell myself I'm seeing stuff.

Hyunjin picks up the file rather gingerly and hands it over. Without question I take it from him, my heart beating faster and faster. I feel blood thrumming in my ears. I take a deep breath and finally force myself to look at it. And I wish I hadn't.

Divorce Agreement

My world stops. My heart stops. My feelings stop.

Why? Just... why?

Tears prick my eyes and my head starts to spin.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

You're not wanted.

I hold onto the paper for dear life as my heart crumbles.

I hear inaudible words from Hyunjin but I ignore him and run to my room, slamming the door shut, the file still in my arm.

I slide down, tears drenching my shirt as I clutch my hair and shake it vehemently.

Was it my fault? Is it my fault?

Did I not give enough?

Am I the wrong one?

I gasp for air as tears choke me alive.

I don't want to be here.