Love

Ten || Stupid

A/N: Ksksksk I don't know why I chose that gif I couldn't find a good one. Anyway, a short chapter here. Then I'm gonna take a break and try to prewrite some more chapters. 

I sigh as I rest my head against the wall. It's late at night again and, again, I'm in the laundromat. I couldn't sleep, for the second night in a row, after thinking about the events of Friday night. My heart weighed heavy in my chest still and I felt guilty for being relieved that they were broken up. 

I look out the window at the nearly empty street. The ocean waves crash onto the beach outside, slow but strong as it waits for high tide to bring it up to the pier. A figure, a woman, stands outside. She leans over the railing of the pier, looking over the water. She's holding two bottles of soju and two shot glasses in her hand. My brow furrows at the two glasses. 

I stand and make my way outside. I want to make sure she's okay. When I step onto the sidewalk in the chilly air, I watch her for a moment. Her baggy sweatshirt and shoes are familiar. I recognize her as she stares out at the blackness of the ocean. 

"Y/n?" I call out to her. 

The eyes I love turn to greet me. Her gaze is clouded with sadness and alcohol; she's nearly unrecognizable. But I would recognize her eyes anywhere. 

"Want a drink?" She extends the extra shot glass out to me. I take it from her with a thank you. 

"Why are you out so late?"

She pours me a shot, then one for herself, and sighs. "Can't sleep." 

"So you thought alcohol would help?"  

She chuckles and looks over to me again. "You know me too well." 

She takes the shot in one swallow and immediately pours and swallows another. "My tolerance has been going up," she tells me casually. 

"Is that a good thing?" I ask with a chuckle. 

She shrugs and pours a third shot for herself. "I was hoping to get black-out drunk tonight. I'm afraid that's the only way I'll sleep. 

I sigh heavily before taking my own shot. She takes my glass to pour me another. Her fingers graze mine and make my heart jolt. 

"You're becoming too dependent on alcohol," I say quietly. 

"I know  I don't know what else to do." 

I take my shot and when I look at her again, she's pouring a fourth glass for herself. The first bottle is almost empty. 

"Are you hurting because you were cheated on by your boyfriend or because you were cheated on by the man you love?"

"Isn't that the same thing?" 

"Just because he was your boyfriend doesn't mean you loved him." She pours me a third shot and I take it back immediately. I'll need alcohol to continue this conversation. 

Her nose crinkles at my words. "There's no such thing as love. It's just a dream everyone has."

My heart jolts again, this time nearly to a complete stop. "What makes you say that?" 

She sighs and take another shot. She looks not her empty glass as if she's asking it for an answer. Why won't it give her an answer? I sure as hell can't. She pours us both another glass but she doesn't drink hers immediately. I sip mine carefully, waiting for her words. 

"Love..." she looks into her now full shot glass, "...is stupid." 

I choke on my own drink, a blush creeping to my cheeks. "Stupid?" 

"You fall in love with someone, obsess over them so much, that you lose who you are. You lose everything they loved about you. And then you end up losing them, too." 

She turns to me. Her eyes are searching for something. What is she looking for? God, her eyes are beautiful.

"The perfect person," I begin as I face the ocean again, "should help you find yourself. Not cause you to lose yourself."

She hums skeptically as she throws the shot into her throat. "Sometimes it's when we think we've found ourselves that we truly lose ourselves."

She holds the glass out to me again and I fill it once again. "Why do you always talk about the deep stuff when you're getting drunk?"

"I don't remember the repercussions that follow."

She downs the shot, places the glass on the rail of the bridge, and begins to walk down the sidewalk. "I'll see you at work."

She's gone. I miss her eyes immediately.  

A/N: The description is fulfilled! What does it MEAN???

Who knows tbh just means we're past that part. 

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