[✔] The Colour of Tainted Love || Junhoe

Chapter 1 - KJH

"Let's break up."

It broke, my heart broke in thousands and millions of pieces. Yet, my face didn't show any feelings whatsoever. I just looked her in the eyes as they were filling themselves with sad tears.
"You're not serious, are you?"
I wish I wasn't but it was for the better. For both of us.
Silence. She didn't ask for a reason. She knew it already. We both did.
Only the sound of raindrops falling on the cold asphalt of the street outside could be heard. As I looked at her, didn't say anything, tears started falling. I wanted to comfort her, tell her that I still loved her, that I didn't want to break up. But I couldn't.
Seeing her cry hurt. I'd rather have knives burying themselves into my flesh and blood than having to watch her sorrowing. She hid that tearful, beautiful face of hers behind her pale, small hands. I wish I could've comforted her. I wish I could've embraced her, stroke her ebony hair. I wish I could've taken her cold hands in mine and tell her everything would be alright.
I stood up, the old, wooden floor cracked at every step I took towards the door. She looked at me with her tear-stained face as I rested my hand on the cold door handle.
"Is it really over now?"
Wordlessly I pushed down the piece of metall underneath my palm and went out of the room, out of the small house into the cold and rainy outside.

3 months passed already, yet there wasn't a day I didn't think of her. I missed her. I missed her dark, silky hair, her dark coloured eyes, her rosy, honey skin, her soft, full lips. Everything.
I sat down on the black chair next to the dark, wooden table. Through the panorama windows my eyes watched the view outside. The clouds were gray coloured and the strong wind swinged the leafless trees back and forth. A few people searched for a place to hide from the storm.

I sighed. It was cold. The heater was turned down. I could see my breath in the cold air, yet I didn't stand up to turn it on. It didn't matter to me. It wouldn't have helped anyway. The sheer cold inside me would still continue existing. There was no warmth that could've heated me up. The only person able to do that had to leave me. I was all alone, again.