The End of a Bumpy Road

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Fifteen minutes inside Wendy's car was the heaviest atmosphere I have ever felt. I had just hopped in the car, and we drove off.

Not a single word was spoken.

It was the kind of silence that can shatter anyone's heart.

I focused on her driving while receiving the silent treatment; maybe it was better this way. I was extremely drained from my dinner with Seulgi. I even wanted to change the car's song playlist but didn't have the energy. I tried to turn up the air conditioner but decided not to.

I don't need to rush conversations with Wendy. I know she has more questions now. 'Maybe Wendy wants me to take the time to process things and talk when I'm in a more relaxed state of mind,' I told myself.

But that's what I thought...

"You need to pay more attention to what is going on around you," she blurted out while looking straight ahead.

I turned my head in her direction. Her face was flushed, and her forehead was furrowed. My mind was processing slowly, so instead of reacting, I just stared and waited for her to expound.

I wondered if we should pull over and talk. It was a completely dark road; only our car headlights could be seen. Is this like the pathway of our relationship?

"Are we just staying together for the sake of the social veil of an ideal relationship?" she asked.

My world is going in slow motion. What is she talking about? I don't agree with her, but I'm not going to lie, it made me think.

Everything was seemingly going well until the award night incident. We had rough weeks after that. Wendy doesn't despise Seulgi. In fact, Seulgi matters to her because she knows Seulgi is important to me.

With heavy words and sighs flaring around, I asked her in a calm tone, "Can we talk about this tomorrow? When we're more rested and in a better headspace?"

But it's like she's in deaf zone mode; she went on and on.

It's the longest car ride of my life.

"Say it to my face that you don't have any romantic feelings for Seulgi."

"I don't."

"Then why do your actions say otherwise?"

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