The Letters In His Lunchbox

Note VII

Heyaa all,
it's the annoying author ♥♥♥♥

I'm sorry for the late updates but seriously I want to keep this story as short as I can but at the same express it accurate.
That's why it took some time, also there is no Yoongi's pov this time as his part comes a bit later. I hope y'all like it 😁😁😁😁😁

"Sigh... "
She breathed a heavy sigh as she leaned over at herself in the mirror.

Greasy, messy, hair, her eyes red and swollen from continuos crying, and eye bags, visibly dark.... almost sunken in,
her lips were chapped and clothes and home?

all ruffled and messed up, just like her mind right now...

One week. It had been one week since that night. Her worst birthday ever.

It had also been one week since she got out of her living hell.

He didn't come that night, he didn't come the next night, he never came after that... but no, he didn't completely disappear...

There was one. Just one message,

saying that he could no longer be with her...

"Tsk"
She gave a low chuckle as she saw tears once again fill up her already bloodshot eyes.

Her state was pathetic, even to herself.

The realisation had dawned upon her that the once self dependant girl was no more,
she didn't know that she had been so dependand on the little bit of warmth provided under his shade that she forgot how she used to live without him...

The thought of it angered the little bit of self esteem and confidence in her.

She was confused, even though she loved him, she still didn't want to be with him anymore.. it felt like her mind was split into two, one side, needing him, yearning for him to be with her..

While the other side didn't want him to be with her, it was even more angry at her, at the pathetic, shameful state she was now in, this side was scolding her, reprimandimg her for being so dependant and helpless on someone who broke her trust, broke her.

And to her own surprise, it was the second side that was gaining dominance as she once again looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.

She once again checked her phone.

Except for the message he had sent three days ago, nothing, nothing else was there.

She didn't feel like replying, she didn't feel like talking, she felt numb.

But soon anger took over her.

She went to the storage room, picking up a huge carton, she was quick to move towards her room, which used to be their room.

Soap, towel, shaving cream, shirts, trousers, T-shirts, pants, jeans, jackets, ties, slippers, shoes, anything, and everything that belonged to him, or was payed for by him,

Including all her anniversary gifts, the ones she had given and she had received, all of it,
even the large number of Polaroids she had stuck on the large empty wall of the room were pulled out,

leaving tape marks on the white painted surface , each symbolising a memory of theirs that was now shattered.

Putting them all slowly into the carton, she picked it up.

It was heavy, just like her heart.

Placing the box outside her apartment door she closed the it, shutting herself inside once again.

Picking up her cell phone, she once again opened his chat room, slowly typing into it.

You
I have kept all your belongings outside the door, collect them today itself.

Even before she could shut down the screen, a background came indicating he saw the message.

Seen

She couldn't move from her place at the couch as she let her mind wander off again..

An hour passed and she heard some shuffling outside her door. Moving quickly towards the door, she put her ears on the flat surface, trying to listen.

She could hear his muffled voice, it seemed like he was talking to someone, or maybe on his phone since she didn't hear anyone else.

It wasn't talking, more like laughing.

She held the knob tightly, her knuckles going pale as she waited for him to knock, or atleast say something from the other side,but..... there wasn't a single word, only more laughter.

He doesn't even care...

And with that he was gone, without a word.

The person who meant her life was gone, leaving her alone, with nothing...

She sat down on the floor, her back sliding against the door as her body succumbed to the pull of gravity.

And slowly, the temporarily frozen tears began to once again flow.

But there was a difference this time.

This time instead of self pity, sorrow and heart break, it was another mix of emotion that stimulated those salty beads to flow,

Anger.

-to be continued -