Smiling once she entered the room.
I had never felt so relieved after all of these years I've been through.
She slowly walked towards my bedside, tears rolling off of her cheeks. Maybe because she saw how I looked like again. Or maybe because she pitied me. Or maybe because she has no choice but to.
I looked into her eyes, her loving eyes. The mole underneath her lips was still there, it was really her. I reached out for her, both my hands on either sides of her cheeks, I caressed my thumb on her cheeks to wipe the tears.
She sobbed uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry..."
I smiled weakly at her apology, what was she apologizing for?
"I'm sorry I only noticed today. I always visited your house yet I didn't even check on you..."
I smiled at her and let out a throaty chuckle, I can't speak right now since my lips hurt from the cuts that have been made.
"I'm not used to seeing you like this. My tears just come running out whevener I do."
She wiped her own tears but still, it didn't stop.
"In college, I always drew portraits of you but you never noticed and acknowledged it."
But I did. I just had no choice but to follow him.
"Those poems, were all for you. I wanted to confess but I was too terrified that you'll reject me."
Confess?
"Then you told me you love him. It wrecked my whole world, my heart broke, my brain didn't function anymore."
Oh, Chaeyoung, stop crying. Please.
"I thought he'll make your life more beautiful, but turns out I thought wrong." She let out a grim chuckle, a sarcastic one. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me, her tears stopped, her hands balled into fists. I can feel her dark aura radiating from her.
"And I'll make sure that he'll rot to hell."
