60° (Sixty Degrees) || RYEJI

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"Give me your reason."

"I don't have any."

"Liar."

"It's true."

"We can work it out!"

"I just don't love you anymore. Sorry."

Never in Yeji's whole lifetime has she heard a more insincere apology than what she just heard.

"Wow. Thank you. I feel a lot better hearing your sorry." she sarcastically stated, looking up as she's trying to stop a tear from falling.

Maybe the campus parking lot isn't such a great place for a breakup. Yeji's been pacing in front of her car, almost going frantic because of what's happening while Ryujin's just embarrassed with all these students watching them fight.

"Get in the car. I'm driving you home." Ryujin said, opening the older's car and stepping into the driver's seat.

"I can go home alone."

"We'll talk inside, babe."

Babe. Oh, how it works like a spell.

Yeji got in and quickly fastened her seatbelt before the latter does it for her. She's mad, furious even. How can someone be so casual during a breakup? What does Ryujin think, a simple sorry can take away all the pain? The younger is spitting out the words out of her mouth so easily, and it makes Yeji question if she's ever serious in this relationship.

Ryujin started the car and turned on the radio—Yeji turned it off as soon as she did.

"Speak up." the older demanded, clutching tightly onto her bag, hoping Ryujin would take back what she previously said.

To her dismay, she didn't. The latter kept her eyes on the road and repeated, "I'm breaking up with you."

Yeji inhaled sharply, closing her eyes tight before asking again, "Why?"

"Just because."

"It can't be just because, babe." the older mockingly called out the last word, as the sweet endearment now sound so poisonous for her tongue.

"I already told you, I don't love you anymore."

"Did you ever love me truly?"

Ryujin stepped on the break, seeing the traffic light go red.

"I'm not sure."

"What the hell does 'I'm not sure' even mean?" the older started raising her voice.

"Isn't two years enough, Yeji?"

Yeji looked at Ryujin in disbelief. She even called her by name instead of the endearment.

"Is it too much for you, then?" Yeji asked, her eyes wetting in frustration. "You are the one who started this."

They took a left turn, getting near Yeji's residence.

"You're the one who prepared the balloons and flowers on my birthday. You're the one who took me home and kissed me in front of my doorstep. You're the one who held my hand when I was too scared to drive. You're the one who called me that night and asked me to be your girlfriend." Yeji didn't bother stopping her tears this time.

"And you're telling me you're not sure of this?" she faced the younger. "Of me? Am I a joke to you?"

Ryujin didn't answer and kept steering the wheel.

"Can't you tell a different excuse? I'll hear it out. Did you cheat? Did you find someone else? Are you sick? Did your parents give their disapproval?"

"No!"