You came with a loud, growl-like moan that night. My hands were gripping the sheets, loosening when you finally stopped. Tears were running down my eyes.
I just wanted to kiss you but you wanted more again. I was still sore from the last night but you didn't seem to care.
"Chanyeol."
I whimpered in ache, as you rolled down next to me.
"Park Chanyeol, I love you."
You laughed, rolling your head to the side to face me with this crooked smile.
"I told you love is unhealthy."
Then, you took out a cigarette from your nightstand and smoked in our bedroom. The smoked suffocated me until I was breathless, it suffocated me and my heart.
"Isn't the moon beautiful tonight?"
You asked, obseveing the crescent moon in the dark blue sky.
I nodded with a fake smile, while my heart was shattering into millions of tiny pieces.