cheated on | JENSOO

11【DAYDREAM】

[Jisoo POV]

I put on my jacket slowly and fixed my tie.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I think I looked pretty okay, if you excused the red that rimmed both my eyelids--my hair smoothed down with a mild amount of gel, and my teeth white and pearly. My suit nicely pressed and my tie now on the border of being perfect.

But then I almost chuckled bitterly as I thought of how deceiving mirrors could be, but I couldn't even bring the chuckle out; there was no humor left in me. Mirrors merely reflected what was seen on the outside, and neglected to show what one truly looked like on the inside.

Yeah, I looked like it did on any other day. The day I should be happier than ever.

But instead, I feel like I've been clubbed in the head with a wooden bat rolled in 9 inch nails. . . I was bleeding mentally and emotionally, completely tormented with memories of the past, what was it, 18 hours?

Not even a full day. . .

I glared at myself in the mirror, looking back at the woman who was now celebrating his 26th birthday alone because she was thrown away. I bit my bottom lip and looked away from the mirror, not wanting to see myself cry. That would only make me feel that much more worthless than I already felt, as I asked myself,

Am I that undesirable?

I guess I am. . . Neither of them wanted me. . .

I'm unlovable. . .

Depressing myself even before the day officially started, I sighed and glanced at the digital alarm clock that was settled beside the bed. I guess if I didn't leave now, I'd be late.

I turned on my heel, my back now facing the mirror that only showed half of me, and walked out the same door Jennie had left me behind just a few hours before. My still weak legs carried me down the stairs and into the living room.

I was stopped in my tracks as my eyes trailed over the still uncleaned disaster that I had caused the afternoon before. Shards of broken glass lie everywhere around the house everywhere they shouldn't be, each acted as a piece of evidence to my earlier breaking point.

I still felt like I was in the middle of that stage, crying out for help from somewhere deep inside of me, because, as I looked at the mess around me, I felt hopeless. The destruction of so many of Jennie's precious things brought me to the realization that everything was never going to be the same. All of my unbroken things sat around as lonely as I stood, missing the partner that was once by their side.

I made a small noise that could resemble a whine from a puppy dog and nibbled on my bottom lip to stem the noise. I almost bit down too hard as I unconsciously felt the need to match the pain that was pulsating along with my beat up and bruised heart.

With my now aching head, I carefully overstepped large shards of broken glass and made my way to the door where the dining chair that I'd used was no longer lodged underneath the doorknob.

The last of my preparation was simply my shoes. I started to put them on, but before I could even step all the way into them, my phone vibrated and rang loudly. I instantly pulled my phone from my pocket and turned the screen to face me a little more eagerly than I felt I should have been.

I shook my head and pressed the talk button to answer, ashamed at myself for quietly wishing that the one on the other end was the person I vowed last night to give up on. . .

"Yeah?" I said dully, not really looking forward to the loud noises that I knew would come from the other side of the speaker.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHICKEN!!!" Rosé cried happily. I could even picture her throwing confetti all over the place and blowing the horns I currently heard in my ears as she usually did every year.