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A year and a half had passed since our successful date, with a softness to the air I breathed in.
I held you in my arms that last night, sighing contently as you drifted off to sleep.
Convinced that you were dreaming about happiness and peace throughout all the lands in the world, I shifted away from your body, getting out of the bed we shared.
I looked at your sleeping body, with a smile as bright as the break of dawn, only to frown at what I was about to do.
I bent down and kissed your forehead for what I thought would be the last time, and took one last look at you.
Finally taking my eyes off of your beautiful figure, I sauntered toward the bedroom door and opened it, to find the hallways completely empty and erased, from the memories of you and I.
The photos and gifts, the prizes, the treasures, they were all gone, along with the thought of me existing.
I wish this didn't have to happen, but my head thought it was the best thing to do.
I thought it would be best to leave you, so you could find something better, and something more stable, than having to deal with a person like me.
As I walk out the hallway, I pass the lounge room and the kitchen, where I had left you something to remind you of me.
It sat on the very kitchen counter, with a little note beside it, written with the neatest handwriting I could handle, through silent tears of emptiness and envy.
I left you forget-me-nots, Hwayoung.
Small, blue flowers, that you had always wanted to see, whether it be at the most random times, or at a time so unforgettable.
I hold one of the flowers in my hand, twirling it around between my fingers.
Forget-me-nots.
They symbolize true love and memories.
Like the love I could give to you, and the memories I could leave you, here in this apartment of ours.
That day, I vowed to forget you.
Forget you and your smile, and the way your eyes twinkled when you laughed.
But if it really worked is still a lie that remains in me.
With these flowers I leave you,
I hope you still remember me.
But please.
Don't try and make me remember.
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"No," I whisper, taking a step away from the man I loved so much. "No, Hoseok, you can't."
He frowns at me and takes a step forward, but I put a hand on his chest, shaking my head.
It hurt so much. Bottling up all of my love for him in all of the years that I didn't have him beside me.
Now, all in one day, the bottle I had kept my emotions in had shattered, and my feelings are swimming in me, waiting to be spilled from my lips.
But, god, I can't.
I can't do this to myself.
"Please, don't do this to me. Not now, not ever," tears brim my eyes and I push on his chest again, this time, gripping my fingers onto his shirt.
Silence is all that I face, other than the man who left me broken and confused. The man who had forgotten just how much I had given him, and how much I had left to give.
I close my eyes and tears fall, along with a breath I had kept in for such a long time.
He grabs my arms and I let him, as my balance falls from the weakness in my legs. The weight I had on my shoulders was getting heavier and heavier, and I wanted to fall.
I just wanted to fall.
"Hwayoung...I-"
"Tell me," I cry softly. I look up at him and purse my lips, trying not to cry so hard that the birds up in the sky could hear my calls. "Hoseok, tell me why you left that night. Please just tell me what I did wrong."
His grip loosens on my arms, and he pulls a hand through his hair in a panic. "Hwayoung, I'm telling you, I really don't remember."
I continue to shake my head and mumble in denial, as the tightening in my chest increases. My lips quiver and I cry, thinking about the morning I had woken up, expecting Hoseok to be right beside me, sleeping or staring at my figure.
But he wasn't.
I pull myself up and stand straight, thinking about that day, when all of my happiness faded away. "If you really don't remember, then tell me straight in the eyes. Tell me right here, right now, that you don't remember everything that we ever had. Hoseok, tell me."
I wait for him to say the words. To say that he really had forgotten about us and what we used to be.
The waves echo through my ears.
The sunset rests on the horizon.
And all I hear is the beach.
His mouth stays shut, and he bites his bottom lip, until it could have been bleeding.
I breathe in shorter breaths as more tears escape my eyes. My heart beats quickly, like the way he had left me that very night.
And I clench my fists, hitting his shoulder in an attempt to seem angry.
Whispering, "did you ever forget?"
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oh shoot :0
failed attempt at trying to be shocked by the cliffhanger i left you guys on ^
