I walked through the small flurry that was beating down on the hard Earth. "Babe, I'm sorry!" My boyfriend Blaise tried apologizing for cheating on me. "She meant nothing. You're the only one I love, she was a mistake." I look down at the soft snow that was collecting on the ground, my voice failing to break the tension.
"What?" I asked, not comprehending the situation. He took a deep breath before speeding through his next statement, "I slept with this girl, I didn't mean to. She was hitting on me, and I...Yeah. I love you so much! I'm so, so, so sorry. The guilt kept eating at me. I just couldn't keep lying to you. Everytime I would kiss you my heart would hurt. Just find a way to forgive me."
Tears fell silently as I took in this information, "3 years." He was quiet, but I continued on, "We were getting married this year. On our 3 year anniversary. I just....need time to think this through." He pleaded, "Don't do that. Just forgive me, and we can move on."
I pull the phone from my ear and stare at the dark screen. I press the red button and heard a click.
Call ended.
My heart felt like it was crushed. This isn't the first time he cheated, he did it before with a close friend in college. I guess I should be upset, but I feel more....numb. I continue to walk through the small storm with a blank expression. I make it to my apartment complex and walk through the wide doors.
The heat immediately hit my pink cheeks as I untied the scarf and walked up the stairs. The elevator was broke and the landlord was supposed to fix it. Yeah, that's likely. I make it to my apartment and open up the door. The old 29 on the door was faded beyond recognition, still, it was home.
My apartment was decorated in a modern but retro design, very comfortable. I hear a door slam and immediately place the blame on my neighbors. They were rather loud but it wasn't bad. I grabbed the remote on a small table and pressed a button. Music filled the small space, making it less dreadful.
I woke up, my back in an uncomfortable position from sleeping on the couch. I must have passed out while watching TV. I sit up and rub my eyes, the feeling of dread came back as I remembered what happened last night. A sudden choking feeling started in the pit of my chest. I lay back down and shut my eyes forcefully, refusing to let any tears spill. "Aye! Hobi!," A deep voice yelled with laughter in their voice.
They must be new, the apartment to my left was vacant but that's where the noise came from. Laughter filled my room, replacing the silence with something more bearable. As much as it helped, it could only go so far.
"Aish, don't be so loud. I don't want to get a complaint so soon." The voice was quiet, but still audible. I stand up and groan as I stretch, "Never sleeping on the couch again." Stumbling through my kitchen, I pull out a carton of orange juice. I open up a cabinet and reach for a glass. Of course its on the top shelf. I stand up on the tip of my toes and struggle for the cup. It starts to slide my way before completely crashing down on my foot. "Ah! Motherfucker!" I yell loudly as the glass shatters around my foot.
After a second there was a bang on the wall, "Are you ok?" Startled by the bang, I step back onto glass, "Ow-Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yeah, I-I'm good!" I lied. I am not good. I pick my foot up and try to hop out of the way. Drops of blood started collecting on the floor. The cut was pretty bad and I couldn't move without stepping on more glass. What do I do? I could ask my neighbors for help?
I hit the wall and call rather loudly, "Can you help? Maybe?" There was a moment of silence before my door was opened, "Are you ok?" I look up and heat immediately rushed from my cheeks. A tall boy with messy red hair, plump lips, soft eyes, and one killer jawline walked in. At a loss of words, "Um...I...Glass..Yeah." The boy um awkwardly stood there, "Where is your broom?" I point to the pantry and he walks over and grabs the broom.
He begins sweeping a path for me to walk, I awkwardly hop over to a chair and look down at my foot. "Wait! I'll be right back!" He runs out of my apartment and is gone for a moment. He walks back in with peroxide, a rag, and bandages. "This should help." He walks over and squats down next to me. "This might hurt a bit-Oh by the way, I'm Park Jimin." He looked up at me with a wide smile and looked back down at my foot. "I'm going to remove the glass, ok?" I don't say anything and he starts taking the glass out.
After a few minutes somebody else wanders into my apartment, "Oh, hello. My name is Hoesok, and I just wanted to see if everything was ok?" He had short hair with an orange tone to it.
"I'm better now," I say softly.
