- this complicated feeling of being simultaneously trapped and freed-
It wasn't hate, envy, jealousy, pain, nor heartbreak what I felt. I didn't hate him for choosing his dreams over me, it was the right thing to do. We were both walking down separate paths in our lives now.
In different time zones, waking up on either side of the world, doing different things at different times all the while looking ahead rather than back. I put my whole life's focus on trying to become a better more successful functioning adult. And little by little did I grow use to his absence rather than long for the past.
But I was selfish at times, there were days were I'd take the longer path home just to purposely pass by the place he used to stay at, I'd sometimes imagine him there doing something rather than focusing on the vacancy of a house I had most fond memories of.
But I had to leave it all behind.
I needed to overcome the pain rather than left it overcome me.
So I gather all the things that tied me to him, bundled them up in a box and stored it away forever in my closet.
And that was that.
+ + +
Time passed easily, to those who only looked for new beginnings. I sought the comfort it brought me. I was so easily swayed by the words of men that I found myself heartbroken more than once.
But it wasn't what they did that hurt me.
It was what they said.
They would lie to me, say foolish things and get my hopes up and in the end I'd always be the one who got hurt. It was then that the memories of what was once a pure love would evade my mind and hurt me all the more.
I started to hate men rather than try to love them.
I let the anger consume me, until I became what men thought I was or at least told me more than once I was...a bitch.
"Hey Annie? Don't cry." One would say, at least the one in my mind.
I pushed myself up from the bed and starred at the ghost of him, I wasn't sure of what to do anymore. "Come back." I whispered.
But he didn't say anything after that.
...
"You should have worn sandals." Mia tells me.
I roll my eyes, "Converse are fine."
We trudge up the steps, my dress flinging with the wind the higher up the stairs we were. "Did you see it?" She asks me.
I give her a curious look. "The clip dummy, his debut clip."
I give a small nod before looking away. "His hair grew out." I comment.
She chuckles. "He's aging like the rest of us Anne, what did you expect?"
I shrugged and decided to change the topic. "How many more steps?" I whined.
"Just hurry up." She urged. By the time we reached whatever floor we were on she pushed the door out and open for me. "Go on."
I give her a worried expression. "Just go." She pushed me all the rest of the way in. "I'll meet up with you in a bit."
"Wait, what?" I was about to complain when she shut the door. Leaving me alone in the stadium, full of empty seats. I looked around cautiously and for some reason I had the chills, was Mia trying to prank me?
I took a few steps closer out to the open. My eyes roamed over the empty seats and I began to wonder why I was the only person here. That was until I heard a voice, my eyes followed where I thought the sound was coming from. It didn't take long before I spotted a figure in white.
He rose from his seat, his back still facing me, and slowly inched towards my side. Keeping his head down until we were finally on the same aisle. That's when he looked up and that's when I felt my heart caught in my throat.
Tears sprang free, and before I could even say anything Jaewon dashed towards me until he caught me in his arms pulling me into a hug. "I missed you so much." He whispers.
I had to pinch his cheeks to make sure I wasn't dreaming again. "One?"
He smiled at me. "Do you hate me?" He asks.
"No?"
"Then why are you looking at me like that?"
I blinked a few times before answering. "Because I'll wait...I'll wait for you even if it means waiting until I grow old." I was sobbing.
"Why?" A tear ran down his cheek as he scanned my eyes, trying to comprehend why I'd give up being able to meet someone else.
"Because your my one and only." I recite the line he once told me and that's when he breaks into a smile and finds my lips. Sealing whatever fate had in store for us with a kiss.
- the end -
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