"You were never partied much before college. You never drank much either. What changed," I ask.
"I don't really know. I guess I just wanted to experience life," Donghyuck says shrugging his shoulders.
"So that guy, he was a new experience too," I ask, finally looking at him.
"It was one time Mark," he defends.
"You were out with him that night. You were in his car. His body was found in the car, next to you. It wasn't one time Donghyuck."
"It was a bad night Mark. The fight totally messed me up. I needed to cool off. Get a drink and some air," he says, looking at his lap, crossing his arms.
"It was a tough night for me too but I didn't go out with some other guy to forget about the fight I had with my boyfriend," I spit, only glaring over at him.
His face was red with embarrassment. I wanted to stop so badly. I wanted to shut up, not to make him feel worse but I couldn't.
"You put me through hell Donghyuck! I never wanted to lose you! I never wanted to fight! But then..you changed. I didn't want to think anything bad about it. You were just stressed and needed some time to yourself but that night you came home drunk and with bites all over your neck and knew it was worse," I yell.
"It was a mistake Mark! Why don't you understand that! A mistake," Donghyuck says jumping up. He looks me dead in the eyes.
"Cheating isn't a mistake! And that isn't a good excuse! If you needed something you should have come to me instead of finding someone else! We were in it together Donghyuck," I jump up as well.
I see the tears in his eyes. His face contorts in sadness. The tears begin falling. A waterfall coming from his eyes. The sight made me angrier.
"No, Lee Donghyuck! You don't get to do this! You don't get to cry! You don't get to be sad! You died! You broke me and left me alone to clean up the mess! You don't get to be sad," I yell, no, shout.
Sobs wreck through him. I stand there, shaking in anger.
"I can't do this. Not right now. I could never do it to begin with," I say before storming towards the door.
"Mark! Mark please! We have to work this out! You can't leave," Donghyuck pleads.
I slip my shoes on, grab my keys and grab my jacket.
"You shouldn't have come here. It would have been better for the both of us," I say before exiting the apartment.
Instead of going downstairs this time, I go up. I check the time: 4:00 am
