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Chanyeol's POV
I spread my fingertips across the paper with black lettering decorating it.
It was the fifth time I had scammed the words. My eyes gliding over the words, my brain wasn't cooperating with the significance of the words.
Letting out a frustrated sigh through my teeth. I placed the unless item down on my desk. I could careless about the importance of the stocks we own on the market.
Sitting back in the chair that was in my room on the penthouse floor. I moved my eyes to the gleaming sliver ring staring at me from afar. Mocking at me with a mischievous grin.
"Chanyeol I can't do this" Immediately hearing her voice, I searched her. The scene of the last time I saw her that day played out in front of me like a big screen movie.
"What do you mean?" I forced a voice out, silence invading the room.
"I'm sorry I can't marry you," She began to slide the ring I gave her on her 24th birthday off her finger.
Watching her force the ring out of her slender ring finger. I quickly walked over to her, grabbing her soft hands.
"Please tell me your joking" I lifted her chin so our eyes could meet.
Yoona shifted her glaze away, "I'm sorry..."
"There is nothing you can do," She finally slipped the ring off completely, placing it in my hand. She went towards the door, opening it until I firmly closed.
"You can't leave without telling me why"
"There is someone else..." She muttered with her voice lingering with bitterness.
Rage spread through my veins, boiling each degree higher with every thought of her being with someone else while lying with me at night. My vision was clouded by a deep red dye. A red that flashes every slight mention of her.
A wave of fury stuck a cord, grasping the ring locking it in my fist. I threw the silver banded onto the ground.
It was all lies.
Blinking my eyes, the ring that collapsed onto the ground a while ago. Appeared before my eyes remaining untouched, untainted on the desk. It was only my imagination.
Mocking me with it's stare.
Guilt works the same way. Mocking your mortality with images that you would rather scrub away with bleach then to be revealed.
With the bloodstrained hands gone, the weight of shame wasn't so easy.
I let out a low chuckle to myself, "Maybe I'm the real monster."
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