"do you want to have lunch together? i learnt how to mak-" i cut yixing off on the phone.
"i have a headache, maybe next time" i lie through my teeth before hanging up on him but i don't feel even half as bad as i probably should. after all, he's the reason why i haven't seen my baby, junmyeon in a week.
no matter how many pills i take, 1, 3, 6, he doesn't show up anymore.
"i miss you" i whisper to myself as I eye the bottle that's been knocked down from my bedside table. "you're the only person i can trust in this fucked up world"