4 o'clock

1

It's always fun at first. But the fun will never last.

Waiting for him.

The clock strikes with it's short finger on three and long finger on eleven.

Three fifty-five am.

It started after I gave myself to you with all my trust, with all my heart, all my soul. To be with you for internity untill death do us apart.

Yet for two months being married to you it seems like you just like the pleasure of having me for displace.

Four O'clock am.

Playing with the necklace that you've given to me.

I hear keys jingle thru the key whole. And alas, I see you.

Having your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes half open.

You close the door. And walk towards the kitchen passing by me.

I smell the same perfume that you have on. For the past two months I have witnessed you spraying your perfume on yourself. Yet for the past weeks the one I smell right now is not yours.

Pink stains on your collar.

Ruffled hair.

And the unfamiliar perfume.

I snapped following you in the kitchen.

"Kim Taehyung what's wrong with you?" i say

"What do you mean?"  you answered with a low and husky voice.

"Atleast have a little discency when going home. Maybe try to remove the stains on your polo. Maybe have time management. And maybe try to be more keen with your hoe."

"What the fu*k are you saying?"

"Fu*k you rubbing it all on my face with you having a whore!"

"Shut up" he says going out of the kitchen and straight ahead to our room.

I have had enough of the pain that he has caused me. It's hard for a girl to do the first move. And I have been doing that since college.

Following him in our room, I see him in blue with white stripe silk pajamas. Sleeping peacefully not caring about his wife.

I have had enough and I have decided.

Going in the huge closet that we share I got all the clothes that can fit in my two large suitcase.

Having the savings I have been saving since highschool. This money should be enough to stay for a motel untill I find a better place to stay.

"Goodluck with you and your girl. I have enough on loving you too much. I need time for myself. I need time to love myself"

Writing down the note a tear fell.

This must be the last time I will cry for you.