MINGYU SCENARIOS

Stay With Me

 Genre: Angst

Summary: Day by day for a week he came and went silently. One day, you couldn't take it anymore.

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For the past week, you stayed in your room, refusing to come out for a simple reason. There was no way of telling when Mingyu would arrive. Sometimes, you would peek out of the room and without fail, by each day, there were less and less of his things. That's right. Mingyu came every day, bringing memories of the past. However, he left almost right after he came, taking them away one by one. You didn't understand why he would want to torture you like this. Couldn't he pack all his things at one go and just leave? Why did he have to come every single day to remind you just how much you loved him, and just how much he didn't love you any longer?

Seven days passed and soon came the eighth day. Mingyu still had quite a number of his belongings in your apartment and you didn't know just how long this torture would last. In he came, making you feel hope that everything might just come back to normal. Out he went, reminding you yet again that the love was gone. At least, his side of it. You couldn't take it any longer. You couldn't have him nonchalantly going in and out of your life while you watched in pain. So, you did a little something for him.

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Mingyu yawned and walked to the door, ready to collect some more things from your house. It hurt him actually. He knew that you were always hiding in the room, afraid to see him and let your heart be stabbed again. He knew that as his things disappeared, your hope disappeared. But there was nothing he could do. Mingyu was quite sure that his love for you was gone and that this was the best way to end things. He often asked himself why he didn't bring along some friends or just find some way to bring everything back to the dorm at once. The funny thing was that he didn't know why himself. It just seemed...better.

Opening the front door, he got a shock of his life. There, outside of the dorm was a delivery man standing beside two carton boxes, about to press the doorbell. "May I ask what these are?" Mingyu asked, puzzled.

"It's from a girl, actually. She said it's all your stuff. Oh, and she asked to hand this to you too." The delivery man handed Mingyu a letter and after signing, he left. Opening the letter, Mingyu didn't know what to feel. He was supposed to be free of a relationship that wouldn't last. Why then did he feel...

Dear Mingyu,

You must be shocked to find all your things at the dorm already...I'm not so sure why I did it. Maybe it's because I can't stand having you walk in and out of my life every day. With everytime you come, I have hope but without fail, you'll leave with a piece of you. I can't stay in my room forever, hiding from you and the fact that you don't love me anymore. I just...Can't accept it yet. You can call me clingy or a hoarder. After all, you should be free to be with whoever you love and I can't stop you from being in another relationship can I? Then again, I'm nothing to you anymore. Mingyu, I just hope that you'll at least hold memories of us and hopefully, those experiences can help you with your next relationship. I wish the girl you fall for next to have all your love like how you loved me. I wish that you'll be happy. That's all I ever wanted anyway. I love you Mingyu. It might be inappropriate to say it, but that's the truth. I love you still and probably forever but that's why I'll let you go. Because I love you too much. Go Mingyu. Live well. That's the last thing you can do for me.

Mingyu felt something trickling down his face. Were those tears? No. He never cried. He tasted something salty in his mouth. Tears. He was crying. The letter now had droplets of wet marks on it which made some of the ink smudge. Instantly, he held the paper away from him to prevent it from being ruined even further. Why did he care so much about your letter? It was just...a letter from his ex. Dragging the two carton boxes into the dorm, Mingyu caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror on the way. His eyes were swollen and red with tears still at the brim. Torn. That was what he felt. Empty. Where was your voice calling him to eat breakfast by now? Where was the heavenly-smelling food on the table? It couldn't be. Mingyu couldn't be missing you already. It had only been a week and he was sure that he didn't love you anymore. Did he?