"Y/N, I'm breaking up with you." Five words, 2 punctuation marks broke me. 5 years of relationship. We are happy and suddenly he'd leave me?
"Baby, why?" I suppressed the tears.
"No specific reason. I just don't love you anymore." As much as I want to, I can't get mad at him. I loved this man from day one and up until now.
As much as I love him, if letting go will make him happy, maybe it is for the best. I hugged him for the last time.
"I love you. You're free now." I whispered as I let go. I immediately turned my back so he won't see me crying.
Days after the break up and my life continued on.
As I walk in the halls of the network I work in, I felt the familiar feeling of being watched. This started since I entered college and up until now that I'm working, even on the years I've been with Yoongi.
Since this wasn't new to me, I shrugged it off.
After tons of editing for the news, I went to our pantry to grab some drink.
The coffee maker was placed below the huge window.
As I make my coffee, I saw a familiar silhouette across the street. The silhouette of the man that I've been seeing for more than five years now.
I quickly poured my coffee on a cup and I head to the workstation immediately.
As I laid in bed, my phone beeped. It was a peculiar message. It was from Yoongi's mom.
Y/N, Yoongi really needs you right now. We're at the nearest hospital from our house. Room 326. Please, dear, I'm begging you.
It read. I quickly got up and wore my coat and grabbed my bag.
"Thank you so much for coming, dear. Yoongi's inside right now." Yoongi's mother welcomed me. I hugged her and gently stroked her back. "Auntie, may I see Yoongi now?" She pulled away from the hug and she wiped her tears.
Opening the door, the bed came to my sight. On it, the man I really love. Different apparatus connected to him. He is unconscious.
I turned to his mom. "What happened?"
"Yoongi was born with a weak heart. We never imagined that he'll live up to this age. We thought that there were no more problems. But we spoke too soon." She cried again. "I know he broke up with you. It is for the cliché reason that he doesn't want you to see him like this. But he needs you. I know he does." She continued.
I looked at the love of my life. You could've just told me.
"What can we do?" I asked, not removing my eyes off him.
"A heart transplant is the only solution. But the problem is that we don't have any donor." She broke down. I hugged her once again. God, please help my Yoongi.
I was about to cross the street to go to the convenience store when I saw the man leaning on a post not so far enough. His face was covered with a black mask and heavy tinted sunglasses.
I hurried across the street not minding that he is certainly going to follow me.
I didn't look back. I went inside the convenience store. I sighed out of relief. I head to the counter to by instant noodles.
