It was finally the day.
Minho was getting married.
I can't do it.
I can't watch him marry someone else.
I can't watch him kiss someone else.
I can't watch him be with someone else.
But I have to.
I don't want to admit it.
But I can't have him.
I can't marry him
I can't kiss him
I can't be with him
So, I have to do it.
For him.
For his smile.
For his happiness.
As I fixed the tie of my suit, I stared at my reflection. Tears streaming uncontrollably. My eyes were red, filled with tears.
My cheeks were covered with tear stains. I bit my lips and closed my eyes. I let out a loud cry. My shoulders shaking, and my hands trembling.
"I-I don't want this!!!" I yelled, uncontrollably sobbing. "I...don't want this..."I sat on my knees and rested my head on the small table near me.
My phone going off startled me.
Felix:
Where are you?
They are waiting for me.
I gripped my phone, my knuckles turning white. My chest hurt.
No.
Every part of me does.
It hurts like hell.
But then again, why do I care for him?
Why do I still want to see him happy?
Why do I fucking care?
Why do I still love him?
And why can't I ask him,
Does it hurt?
