imagine this | day6 drabbles

"WHY ARE YOU CRYING, WE'RE THE ONLY ONES HERE."

    i pulled up in the parking lot of a restaurant. i was supposed to meet up with my boyfriend, hyungsik. he wanted to "have a talk" with me. our relationship has always been fragile, but i didn't want to acknowledge it. i sighed and pushed the doors leading to the lobby.
    "uh, reservation under park hyungsik?" i asked the waiter. he nodded and led me to a table near the windows, revealing the brilliant lights of the new york skyline. hyungsik had a grim expression on his face. i sighed and sat down. i looked around the restaurant, finding that we were the only ones here.
    "i wanted to talk with you," he said, his hands under his chin. i nodded. the waiter approached us, smiling despite the dark atmosphere of the restaurant. i observed him, noticing his closely shaved hair and his idol-like features.
    "hello, are you ready to order?" the waiter asked.
            "yes, i would like a filet mignon," hyungsik said. i fakely smiled and asked for some wine and bread. the waiter nodded and left.
    "so, what do you want to talk about?" i fluttered my eyelashes at him. he sighed.
    "you know why we're here," he said. i noticed the dark circles under his eyes.
    "yeah, i do," i said, shivering. sighing, i brushed strands of hair away from my face. unspoken words hung in the air, causing the tension between us to rise. holding my head up high, i looked hyungsik in the eye. the waiter came back with a cart with our food. i thanked him curtly. taking notice of the tension between us, he left as fast as he came. i sipped the wine, maintaining eye contact with hyungsik.
    "our relationship is fragile. one wrong move and it might all fall apart," he said slowly, as if i didn't comprehend it. staying silent, i laced my hands together.
    "i've stayed committed, but i can't do this anymore,"it hit me like a tidal wave, fast moving and powerful. i anticipated this, but why am i crying?
    "we should break up," for all of the years i've been in a relationship with him, i've always anticipated those words. why do i feel so emotional then? he stood up from the mahogany chair. i heard the chime of the doorbell as he left. everything became blurry, tears threatening to spill. i sat there silently sobbing. heaving small breaths, i felt someone's hand on my back. i looked up to see the waiter from earlier, his dark black eyes full of sympathy and warmth.
    "have you ever been in love?" i asked him, my voice shaky. he shook his head.
    "it's funny how it works. it can hurt you, but it can also heal you," i chuckled, then started crying again. the lights of new york city somehow seemed dull now. he patted my back, an empathetic expression on his face. my hands were trembling badly and my sobs were racking my whole body. time was going by slowly, making minutes feel like hours. for the whole time that i was hunched over the table crying, the waiter was there, comforting me. i sighed, my sobs spent.
    "i think i'm fine now, thank you," i said to the waiter. i could feel a hole in my heart, a giant void that felt enormous.
    "are you sure?" he asked me. he said it genuinely, as if we had met before.
    "i'm sure," i answered, voice shaky but confident.
    "i'm sungjin, by the way. i'm pretty sure that we have met before," he blurted out. i searched for any memories about him in my mind, but i couldn't remember anything.
    "i'm y/n, but i don't really remember any people named 'sungjin'," i said apologetically. he nodded, but i could sense his disappointment. whether it was because i didn't remember him or he was thinking of someone else, i don't know. sighing, i thanked him once again and walked out the double doors of the fancy restaurant.
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so uhm yeah sorry about the delay with my new book school is dumb and i have no motivation anymore ://