•𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱• |𝗬𝗶𝗻𝗪𝗮𝗿'𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆
I don't know what I did wrong.
I really don't know...
Why aren't I good enough for you?
He's my bestfriend and I always treat him very well but honestly, I don't know what he thinks of me. Did he just...
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『𝙒𝘼𝙍 𝙋𝙊𝙑』
🆃🅷🅸🆁🅳 🆆🅴🅴🅺 🅾🅵 🅹🅰🅽🆄🅰🆁🆈, 2018 (🅿🅰🆁🆃 🅸🅸)
I knew he was waiting for me. I came to the restaurant and saw him waiting for me.
Prom told me that he was feeling unwell and it just happened that I was in his home area, so I took him to the clinic and hurriedly went to the restaurant that Yin shared the location with as I didn't want Yin waiting for me.
I arrived at the restaurant at 5.30 pm and I thought he was no longer waiting for me but he was still there. I saw him look to the left and right as he worried because I wasn't coming yet. I wanted to step into the restaurant and meet him but I didn’t know why my heart felt so heavy.
I still can't. I still couldn’t face him like this. I still couldn’t forget what he did to me and it hurts me so bad. No words could explain the excruciating pain I felt all this time.
I wasn’t mad anymore but I'm hurt, there's a big difference. I was doing my best to stay with him for almost three years but he was the first person to show me I didn't deserve to be loved. I wasn’t sad, I was just tired. My heart was tired.
Why am I here?
Why am I still going out with him? I kept asking myself that question while watching him from the entrance, making sure he didn't see me.
It was 6 pm now and I was still watching him from the outside. He was still waiting for me.
"War, where are you?"
"Are you okay? Did something happen?" He sent me a message but I just read from the notification. He called me several times as well but I didn't pick up.
He kept staring at his phone screen, waiting for a response from me. He also didn't stop glancing at the entrance of the restaurant, so I could tell by the look on his face that he was definitely worried.
I didn't reply to his message and I continued to watch him from behind the restaurant's entrance. His eyes didn't stop looking in this direction and I nearly lost it, thinking he had already noticed me. Thankfully, he didn't.
7 p.m. I was still standing where I was and he was still waiting for me. I guess standing there for so long makes me seem weird to people.
8 pm. He was still sitting still. He didn't order any food and only ordered one drink, perhaps he was still hoping I would show up.
9 pm. ‘Why are you still waiting for me, Yin? Please go home,’ I whispered to myself as he had no sign of going home yet. He was still sitting there, waiting for me.
