End of the Road

Pursue Happiness

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Swirling his glass in rounds and rounds Sehun bitterly smiled to himself. A band was playing live music behind him; the atmosphere was lively and cheerful. In his own dark space at the counter he was caught in a web of desolation.

He couldn't be happy. He could never be happy.

Nothing was right. Nothing had ever been right.

Why him?

There was no answer.

Sehun was upset with everything. It felt like the whole world was out to get him. The cry for all this darkness to shut itself out from his world seemed useless as it just kept coming. Every time he thought of reuniting Namjoo he saw tears and jarful of smiles. They would hug each other and she'd tell him how much she missed him. She'd apologize for everything and promise never to leave again. Then he'd enjoy the warmth of her arms and the future dreams she gave him.

Reality was so ugly. No matter how far and wide he searched for those dreams, they were already buried in a grave six feet under. Retrieving them was as impossible as breathing without a gas mask in space.

If Namjoo could just put a smile on her face when she saw him he'd be happy. She could only look at him like she was afraid of him and as if she was already over him. Why...how could it have been easy for her to forget him? How could it even be possible?

Sehun let out a low mumble before he leaned forward to dig his face into his palm. He was having a bad headache, but he couldn't stop drowning himself. Just for a part of his night he really wanted his heart to stop aching so helplessly.

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Hayoung waved to the car that had almost crashed into her in apology before getting blinded by the headlights of the car impatiently waiting for her to get off the road. Spotting the bar too late and getting off the cab in the middle of the street hadn't been the smartest move.

Pulling a strand of her hair back behind her ear she glanced around to see a few youngsters smoking outside before making her way inside. A sleepy kind of music sounded overhead as she slowly made her way down the stairs.

There were pictures of the bar owner and some special customers hanging on the wall. The bar itself was with a calm atmosphere lit up in dim blue lights. It didn't take her long to spot Sehun knocked out and crouched over onto the counter.

"You his girlfriend?" The bartender who had a thick beard questioned. "Sorry for the late night call, but he's been like this for too long. It's gonna get in the way of business, you know?"

Hayoung managed a smile and nodded in apology.

Along with the help of another bartender she found Sehun's car parked amongst the others in the street and managed to put him into the back. After thanking her helper she took to the driver's seat and slowly started off into the street. Every so often when she glanced into the rearview mirror in order to glance back she found herself thinking about how much of a different person he was. Unlike the polite man she'd known, Sehun was someone who acted on emotions; far different from what she knew him to be.

She wondered then if he found his answer that day or not.

Sehun was still in the depths of his black dreams when she stopped the car in the underground garage of his apartment complex. Turning the engine off she twisted in her seat to glance back, deciding what else to do with him. Feeling bad if she left him there for the night she stepped out and opened the passenger door.

His arm had dropped off the seat and he looked uncomfortable from having been squeezed back there.

"Sehun," she called linking her arms through his and tried to pull him up. "Get up. You can't stay here. Sehun."