COMPLEX|BTS|NamJin|Boyxboy

Cold

The knock on my door makes my head hurt even more. I pull the covers over my head making everything dark. I don't feel like getting up, I know it's my mother.

I know if I open that door she's just going to ask me if I'm okay again. Then she's going to offer me food and ask if I've talked to him recently. And no I haven't because he hasn't called or texted me in a solid month.

My eyes get blurry as I start to cry. I shouldn't be so upset over this because I should have seen this coming. We are polar opposites, it was nonsense to think he actually liked me.

I'm so stupid.

I thought everything was fine but apparently everything was wrong. We never fought unless it was over the last slice of pizza. Those fights ended with tickling torture and a kiss.

And now I'm thinking about his gentle touch and warm atmosphere. And his lips. He always tells me he likes my lips but his lips deserved to be cherished.

Now I'm crying harder as I scroll through the pictures we took together and I feel pathetic.

In one swift movement, my phone is across the room and I'm shivering under the covers. The screen is probably broken, but that resembles me perfectly.