» 12

177 11 2
                                    

« y o o n j e o n g h a n »

It has been a while, since you've held my arm like this.

The first was when I was about to run after Seungcheol. You grabbed my arm back then, and with weary eyes, you told me to take care. Back then, I didn't take worth of what you've said, but right now, I now understand why you told me those words with weary eyes.

You were hurt, weren't you?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Damn it. I'm sorry. I hurt you so fucking bad when I tried to escape from all of my heartache. First off, my family kicked me away because they found out I was gay. Second, I dropped out of school because I was bullied. I knew you noticed that, but I assured you that I was okay, even if I wasn't. And lastly, I left. I left everything and lived with a close relative, found a job, and now I'm independent.

I thought that by doing these steps of living away from home would heal my heart. It hurts, how you're trying to open this stitched heart just to let yourself in once again. Not that I hate it but, it hurts.

It makes me feel relieved, that we're both hurting. It makes me realize the fact that I don't walk alone.

I just hope that you realize that I too, am hurting. Please, recognize me, inside this mask I am wearing—that is what I felt before, when we were still together.

But here I am, removing this mask. So please, forgive me, for I am about to lose heart.

tainted » jihanWhere stories live. Discover now