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An eerie silence fills our home...only the scrapping of cutlery against the plate. Our photographs display a happy home but I knew better. At first glance, one would think that it's a house on exhibition.
Namjoon and I are enjoying our dinner. The dining table which was once full of laughter and smiles, now is one void of emotions. A shuddering breath escapes from me. My mind constantly replays the events that resulted in this.
The constant fights, the accusations, the underlaying anger and disappointment.
Closing my eyes and with a shaky voice, "Namjoon, when did this become our personal hell?"
He continued eating his meal, unbothered by my question, "Y/N...it began with your lies."
Namjoon...how can I make you understand that there are no lies, just ghosts of the past.
"Every time that I try to talk, you leave me. How will you know the truth if you don't listen." In a loop, I can recall all those times when I tried to open up to him. And each time, he rejects it.
The only place where we can drop our perfect couple facade is our bedroom. It's not like it works, our friends notice our recent detachment towards each other. He fought hard so I could be a part of his life and in his words, 'I'll be damn if I let this go to the public.'
Tears started to fall, I don't know if they're from the impotence, the anger or the pain. I quickly brush them away, hoping that he doesn't see them.
A harsh laugh interrupted my thoughts. "People say that a picture is worth a thousand words, Y/n. What are your thoughts about that saying?"
In a strong voice, I responded back, "A picture only shows you one side of the story Namjoon. Don't you ever forget that."
When I grabbed his forearm, he immediately locked eyes with me. "I'm not like her Kim Namjoon. It's best that you learn that or things might go to hell."
A cruel smile crossed his face, "But didn't you say that this was hell, sweetie." He roughly threw my hand away and left the dinning room. His steps echoed all through the house until the slamming of a door replaced them.
Speaking to no one in particular, "Well let's enjoy it while we can."
[hello it's me...i would like to hear what y'all think abut this. thanks for giving this story a chance. ☺️]
