"I suppose it really meant nothing to you..." You sauntered over to the kitchen drawer, hand trembling as you gripped the cold hard metal handle. "Right?" you whispered hesitating, hoping maybe just maybe he would counter. Maybe just maybe he would prove you wrong. Maybe just maybe, even if it was 0.01cm, atleast you still occupied a space in his heart. But alas, silence. Of course. You yanked the drawer open, picking up the small red lighter. Steadying your hand, you brought the tip to the corner of the old polaroid. You gazed down at the image, an action that became a habit over the years. The girl looked foreign to you, dressed in a sweater vest and plaid mini-skirt, love and joy radiated from her face. Both feelings that were long gone to you. But most importantly, her arms were wrapped around another. Another who sat there, adorning the same plaid school uniform, but his expression... he gazed at the girl as if she were the sun...the moon...the embodiment of beauty... a goddess. You felt jealous of that girl and you longed for that boy. The boy who would have given her the world. You look up at him...no...you look up at the stranger he has become. You meet his eyes , searching for that boy one last time. Then with a click, the flame engulfs it. Everything you've ever known. Him. You smirk, "I guess for you it really was just one night." [DISCLAIMER: LEE HEESEUNG AND OTHER I-LAND CONTESTANTS AND ENHYPHEN MEMBERS ARE NOT MY FICTIONAL CHARACTERS THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE. HOWEVER THE STORY ABOUT THEM IS ENTIRELY FICTITIOUS. ALSO THIS IS NOT ABOUT A ONE-NIGHT-STAND, I AM A MINOR MYSELF I DO NOT CONDONE SEXUALIZING IDOLS ESPECIALLY ONES WHO ARE UNDERAGE.]