Jimin began to speak, "There were moments where things weren't the same as they were."
"What do you mean?"
"Like you would always check on my phone, or go through my computer."
"Yeah, I didn't trust you." He sniffed, fixing himself.
"If you would go through that measure to - I- find whatever, why wouldn't you just leave?"
"I don't know, I think I was stupid.."
The silence between them began to kill both of them. Only sound available was the clock. Two orbs still never looking away piercing through his eyes. Doubtfulness. Nervousness. Regretfulness. Brokenness. Was all they could feel.
