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Doona felt numb as she poses in front of the flashing of cameras five feet in front of her. She maintained her signature smile as the wind sent a shiver down her spine through the black backless dress she wore. It was some annual award show that she did not choose to attend previously only to be forced by her agency saying it was something too important to miss out on.
"Are you okay?" The hand of a man slipped upon her waist pulling her a little bit closer to him as his minty breath slowly hits her side.
She froze at first not knowing how to react by the sudden side hug but she poses anyway, desperately trying to hide her nervousness.
"Seungwoo-ya, I- I wanna go home." She whispered at him.
"Did something happened?"
He started to look very worried at her in spite of the flashing of hundreds of camera that is now more intense because of the sudden interaction.
"I just- I need to be alone."
There she was. Alone in her apartement with no music, no sound, no nothing. It was just her, a bottle of red wine, and her shaky breath which was by now filling the empty apartment room. She was holding it in for too long not knowing what impact it would do for her. She was desperate. She was in agony. Everything seemed to turn its back on her the whole damn time. She hated it. She hated herself. She hated herself for being vulnerable.
Her anxiety continues until one vibration breaks her endless thought. Cho Seungwoo is the caller ID. It vibrated until about ten whole minutes then stopped. Then a message popped up.
It read, "We've talked about this. You are enough for me. We are enough for each other. Please just let me in."
She smiled sadly and the doubts are rushing in like the river flow being released from a dam. What if I'm not good enough? What if he regret it later? What if I hurt him and.. he leaves? What if the past becomes the present again?
She felt her eyes burned from crying the entire night. She sipped her fifth glass of wine and felt more miserable than ever. She wore her heart on her wrist once and it got broken over and over again before. It traumatized her to the point where she continuously doubts herself and her worth.
Another vibration came from her phone with a message that read, "I love you just the way you are. I love you for who you are. I love you as a whole with every little quirks and imperfection. Please, call me back. I'm worried about you."
Seungwoo exhaled deeply. She was his everything. She was like a sunshine that warms everything inside him. She was something he found that he didn't even know he'd lost. She was all of things.
There, he stood by her door knocking and calling her name for almost half an hour now, but nothing came back in return.
He still was wearing his black tuxedo from the award show. Only slightly messier. His hair was all over the place.
"Please, pick up the phone." He said as the line at the end of the other side of the call emit one long beep. She didn't pick up his tenth call.
It really broke him of how he doesn't have the ability to do anything while watching his woman crumbled little by little.
As her broken pieces fall onto the floor, his tears were there too. It came streaming down both of his cheek as he deperately call her for one more time. He pressed his forhead onto her door frame as he tried to control his emotions.
And, he left.
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