i felt my breathe stop, everything surrounding me froze along with my self. i can't believe this; i don't want to believe it. i hate the mere thought of not being with mr. jung itself.
"tell me you're lying." i pled.
he stayed silent.
"please, please just tell me." i entreat again.
he wasn't even looking my way. moving my hands, i cupped both of his cheeks, making him look at my way. his eyes still weren't looking at mines.
has he thought of breaking up with me already? is that why he can't look me in the eyes?
was i really that easy to let go of?
i couldn't force myself to talk anymore because i know i'll end up crying before the words gets out of my mouth.
"i—" i cried. "i love you."
"no, no, no. please don't cry. i've some more things to say." he says, cupping my face now. wiping the tears away.
i waited for him to continue. he looked kind of nervous to speak out the words.
"i was kidding."
it took me a few minutes to registered what he has just said. kidding.
he was of all the things; kidding. he was fucking kidding.
my sudden sadness turned into angry in instant. i hit his shoulders out of anger.
"why would you joke to me about that." i yelled.
"shh," he said, covering my mouth with his hands. "now, you wouldn't want it to be reality would you."
i sigh trying to calm myself.
"that was a really bad joke." i said, still angry.
"i know, i'm sorry."
"no, you're not going to be forgiven so quickly," i said, crossing my arms.
"what do i have to do to make you forgive me then?" he asks.
honestly, i didn't know. i didn't have anything to ask from him. all i wanted was him, not anything the he own but instead just he, as in, himself.
"i want you," i said, bluntly. without thinking of what his reaction would be.
"me?" he wiggles his eyebrows at me making me laugh at an instant. "how about i say, we can hang out? i'd rather say let's go on a date, but you know we can't be out in public."
"date?" i said, enthusiastically.
"at my apartment, yes." he laughs.
and before i know it, i had already forgiven him.
