The Things We Have Never Talked About

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"WHAT?! Divorce?! You?! And Him?!" Park Jiah couldn't hide her shock.

She will never be ready with this kind of news. It seems impossible for her dear friend, Lee Arin— or maybe she has to call her Kim Arin from now on— to face divorce with Lee Heeseung.

It sounds ridiculous to hear their divorce news knowing they were known as the most lovey dovey couple in the whole university back then. Park Jiah will never believe in love anymore after this, perhaps.

"Hey! Calm down! You're so loud that everyone in this café will know my situation right now!" Arin squeaks panicky after stares apologetically at the surrounded who seems bothered by her friend.

"You know, I thought this is the best for us, it's like the love is not there anymore. We share the same house, yes. But, not home. The warmth is long gone. Both of us always do our business, get busy by it. There's no "how's your day?" conversation anymore. I even feel that thick atmosphere around us every dinner, it's choking me. I just ... can't," she spoke as she looked at the window.

Her friend stares at her silently.

"since when did it happen?"

Arin just stays silent at the sudden question. She then took a deep breath,

"since we lost our baby," she smiled, but she couldn't hide her sadness in her eyes.

...

Heeseung, on the other side, just staring at the ceiling of his apartment. He already moved out from their house. He is off today, and there's no urgency for him to go to the hospital.

This kind of day was the day that Heeseung wanted back then, so he could finally gather with his little family. But, that's meaningless now. He prefers to work all day long so that he can't think about anything except his responsibility to his patients.

He walks to the pantry, looking for some beer to clear his mind a bit, then goes to the sofa. He sips the can silently. There's a thing that caught his attention, a brown map. Even from his first glance he knows what's inside, the divorce paper he has to fill.

"Hm, let's see where I should sign this," his hand opened the map and read the paper.

He starts to fill the paper.

"It's over now," he closed his eyes as he leaned himself on the sofa, a slight smile appears on his lips.

He always remembers his worst memory every time he closes his eyes. He remembers it perfectly as if it happened yesterday. That accident, the worst nightmare.

"When was the mistake starting?"

"How come everything turns into this?" He sips his beer again.

"Is this really our fate?" He left a chuckle in his monologue.

If only we hadn't had that argument. If only I could understand you a little bit more. This disaster will never happen.

If only ....

If only this, if only that. He's just wondering every possibility, if they never had that accident maybe the ending would be different.

But, alas! It already happened. The past is in the past. He can't turn back time.