Colors of the Heart

Green

I love you..

How am I supposed to go a day without you?

Wooyoung, let's start a family...

Wooyoung, sorry..

Another day passed, another shot of whisky to the head. Wooyoung stood outside on his balcony and tried his best to drown out one of the voices he hated the most. The voice of the only woman he had ever loved and the last woman that would hold that title.

It had been nearly two weeks since he had returned from Switzerland and now he resided in Yeosang's home as promised. As for San..he vanished into thin air. Wooyoung had left the cabin door open for San, but when he went to get him, San was gone. Wooyoung knew what he saw wasn't a dream because he could still see the colors that he couldn't see before. San was indeed there with him and had saved him from dying twice.

So where did he go?

He hated the fact that on top of dealing with his own inner demons, San was constantly on his mind. Whenever he would roam around the streets his eyes and ears would always tune into someone who favored San. It annoyed him a bit but he didn't truly dislike it it. 

"How many more rounds are you going to take?" Yeosang appeared behind him, setting an empty bottle of liquor next to another empty bottle.

Wooyoung sighed. "I guess none, now that I'm out."

Yeosang frowned. "Wooyoung, you can't just drink your life away. Why don't you pick up a hobby? Or better yet, why don't you come work with me in the model industry? You know everyone is still trying to recruit you."

"You're starting to nag, mom." Wooyoung scoffed. He leaned over the balcony railing and felt Yeosang's hand pull his arm back. "I'm not going to jump. I'm not that stupid to die in front of you."

Yeosang spun Wooyoung around. His concerned eyes searching his face. "What happened to you in Switzerland? You came back worse than how you left. I thought we were making progress, but you're going back to how you used to be."

Wooyoung removed Yeosang's hand. He was too drunk to have that sort of conversation with him so late at night. "Nothing happened. I went away, I came back as promised. And on top of that, I came back alive just how you wanted me."

Even though Yeosang didn't respond, Wooyoung could sense Yeosang watching him stumble his way back into the bedroom. As he threw himself onto the bed, the pounding in his head from consuming too much alcohol grew louder, as well as the voices.

"You know, I'm starting to hear her voice again." 

Yeosang sat on the edge of the bed and started fidgeting with his fingers. He always did that whenever he wanted to remain quiet once Wooyoung spoke about his past. He knew that if he chimed in, Wooyoung would stop talking. He rarely spoke about his past to begin with, especially the past with that woman. The woman who held such a grip on his life years. The woman whose name had become an omen itself.

"It's always her saying she loves me and how much she cares. I can still hear her laugh.." Wooyoung closed his eyes. The picture of a small, petite, woman with shoulder length hair filled his memories. She was shorter than him, around 4'11 and her smile always lit up the room. But in the end, she was like the others. 

"Then I hear is her crying." He added. " I hear her saying, 'Wooyoung, I'm so sorry.'"

Wooyoung knew she wasn't sorry. She was only she was caught lying to him. Out of all the mistakes he had made throughout his life, he knew she was the only one thing he had gotten right. He was wrong.