I'm not a robot || kth.

chapter 1

"Let's break up."

My heart tore into pieces and I felt a lump in my throat. Tears were brimming on my eyelids, I tried to hold it back. I looked away to prevent them from falling down and a deep thought went through my mind. I couldn't believe this was happening. My grip against my skirt tighten, as I looked up to him and finally spoke.

"Why.. do you want us to break up?" I asked him in a weak voice.

Hyunwoo, not able to look into my eyes, finally spoke, "Things haven't been going well for us. And my job responsibilities has been catching up with my free time, it's really exhausting."

"Okay," I replied to him and bit my lips, looking away. My vision blurred as my tears accumulated. I pretended to be strong, even though I was breaking inside.

"But, we can still be friends right?" He asked, and I shrugged.

"I'll get going. Take care, Jihye."

Hyunwoo sighed and got up, making his way out of the cafe while dragging his feet as he walked away from me.

I stared at our coffee cups on the table emotionlessly. After he left the cafe, I slouched and buried my face into my hands, weeping bitterly. It felt like a dozen of daggers were piercing my broken heart. My mind could not process our breakup. Hyunwoo and I had been together for almost a year but this had to happen. My heart hurt, physically and mentally. I clutched onto my chest as I cried even harder. The pain from this heartbreak was too unbearable.

***

That night, I went out alone and decided to have a drink.

I poured myself a shot before gulping the bitter liquid down at one go. I finished a bottle, then another, and by the third bottle, I was completely drunk. My legs and hands won't do as I tell them, nor my hands and fingers. I only kept gulping down the alcohol, a shot after another.

I managed to reach my doorstep safely, but I wasn't in the right state of mind. I felt terribly dizzy and nauseous.

I stuck my hand into my purse as I searched for the house keys. I frantically rampaged my purse. Shit, where is it? I remembered leaving it at the bar.

I made my way back to the bar immediately. My legs seemed to be giving up on me, but I had to go back there. I walked step by step, clumsily. After a good five minutes, I reached the bar. I stepped in, despite the staffs telling me not to as they were closing. There, my keys were on the counter. I snatched it and made my way out.

"Excuse me!" There were still faint voices of the staffs. I chose to ignore and fasten my pace.

I slowly walked my way back inside a garden near my house. It was dangerous out there at night but in this garden, I felt safe and sound. But no matter what, I really had to get home quick. It's already midnight. My head started to spin and hurt as I took a step. I miss the comfort of my bedroom.

My chain of thoughts were interrupted when I heard branches rustle somewhere near me, even though there wasn't any gush of wind. I turned to see if anyone was around but it's too dark. I became a little afraid. I couldn't do anything, I was too drunk to make any moves. I decided to ignore it and continued my drunk journey home. Suddenly, I bumped into someone and fell onto the hard ground.

"Watch where you're going," Someone with a deep, manly voice broke the silence.

I looked up to see who it was. My vision was blur but I could see, with a little help of the moonlight.

In front of me was a tall and handsome young man, somewhat around my age. His eyes were as deep as the galaxy, the kind you'll get lost in. The black hoodie he wore was as dark as the midnight sky. His hands ran through his soft, ash-coloured hair as he looked at me. I scrutinised him from head to toe with heavy eyelids. Although I must admit, I couldn't see clearly. I was way too drunk.

Impatience overtook him while waiting for an answer from me. He was about to leave when I grabbed onto one of his leg and hugged it.

"What are you doing?" He flinched from the sudden movement. I could hear the amount of shook in his voice.

I wasn't sure if the alcohol had overwhelmed me completely or so, but I was unsure about what I said afterwards, all I knew was that I was so very drunk. All I did was mutter a few things which I couldn't vividly remember about, before passing out.

Dear stranger,

                         who exactly.. are you?