"You can't force love."
"I can't let her go either!"
Isla-Mei Lee, a young adult who has big dreams and huge dedication to get there one day meets a notorious ceo and her whole world comes crashing down when her father sells her hand in marriage t...
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I was going through my old photo album. I sighed as I found it and went back to my room looking through the pictures and smiled.
I was looking through pictures of Woojin and I. Was it wrong? That I missed him? Yunho said it wasn't because I never grieved for him.
I looked through the little album we made. He loved to do cheesy things like this he was a hopeless romantic I found it quite adorable. He never missed a chance to take a quick polarized photo of me or us together.
I read over the cheesy notes he wrote me on sticky notes that were in the album. 'Have a great day :)' 'don't fail or I'll hide your car keys' I laughed to myself. He was so goofy.
I heard the bedroom door open and Jin walked in. I closed the album.
"Hey what you up to?" He asked sitting next to me.
"Nothing."
"An album?" He said opening the album.
"Wait. Why don't we do something?" I asked taking the album from him.
"What are you hiding?" He tilted his head.
"It's just old photos." I stated he opened the album.
"Who's that?" He asked.
"No one."
"Well he must be someone since theres multiple pictures of you two...you looked happy."
"I'm happy now." I told him holding his hand.
"You and I both know that's not true." He said caressing my face. "You...you tense up when I touch you. You avoid being near me any chance you get. I know you've forgiven me but you're still scared that I might hurt you again." He whispered. "Is he your ex boyfriend or something?"
"Yeah. He's not alive anymore so you don't have to worry."
"Jagi...I trust you. Wether he's alive or not I trust you." He said. "How did he-
"Suicide." I said.
"I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault, it wasn't anyone's...it was mine."
"What?"
"I should've known how much he was struggling alone. Who knows for how long? I should've been there for him I should've known." I stated. "I was so clueless."
"It wasn't your fault." He said. "Don't blame yourself."
I wanted him to hold me but I couldn't bring myself to ask him. I was scared to let him.
"What was he like?"
"I'm not talking about my ex boyfriend with my husband. I thought guys hated that."
"We do but you clearly haven't grieved properly."
"He was a good guy. Always laughing and smiling. He was there for everyone but never once told anyone when he was upset because he thought it was selfish of him to do so. Yet he never wanted anyone to be alone...fricken hypocrite." I muttered.
