fall | baekhyun

T W O

"Are you coming home for dinner?"

"Yeah. See you tonight."

That's what you told me this morning with a smile on your face.

I spent two hours in total to get all the ingredients and cook your favourite food.

Three cuts on my fingers and a blistered wrist didn't feel hurtful at all. I felt happy instead.

I dolled up more than I usually did.

White lacy night gown with a see-through black robe; nothing could win my outfit on that night.

It was a night that I was waiting for. Perhaps a night to remember.

But when the grandfather clock bell rang, telling me that it was midnight, I sighed with a smirked on my face.

Fuck. Same old, same old.
The food ran cold.
The acid in my stomach could burn a hole.
And you didn't come home.