A broken glass...no matter how you fix it, it still leaves cracks, right? No matter how beautiful it is, there will always be blemishes left behind, right?...

Our hearts are the same...

The more you get cut...the more you get hurt. My heart sank deeper into darkness. Aching pain in both body and mind...

A fresh wound appeared, crimson blood flowing down and covering the wound. The more the wound was cut over and over without the old wound having yet to dry. It became a deeper gash…that hurt more than a sharp knife had stabbed it in.

And the deeper the mark, It only made my heart hurt more. Until finally, when he couldn't stand the poison of his wounds.

His heart was broken and shattered.

“Just some time, Wonshik. I'm tired of listening to you lie anymore. Aren't you bored? To have to sit and make up stories for me every time I come across things about you and Jaehwan.”

A thin hand squeezed the glass in his hand tightly. His face still displayed a calm expression, contrary to the atmosphere in the room that still had only pressure swirling around. The feeling of regret flooded in without stopping.

Even though I understand the relationship between the two

A good person...but sometimes it goes a bit beyond the definition of a friend...

“Let's not fight over nonsense, okay? Taekwoon. It's nothing.” Wonshik sat down on the sofa, clutching his temples tightly.

“Because your words about nothing make me afraid. Wonshik...when you say it's nothing As a result, I still see that kind of relationship again!”

Still arguing... What he saw today was what made him decide to talk about it seriously.

Everyone's things, everyone cherishes. Everyone's things, everyone loves...

And if the item is more important Even more, I couldn't stay still even for just one second!

“I really didn't have anything to do with Jaehwan. I swear, I wasn't drunk that night. I was poisoned!”

Wonshik tried to explain while holding his thin hand tightly.

he is a man which rarely causes crying But now the man's tears were slowly flowing down with disappointment that his lover didn't even extend his trust to him. Will the white person know what's in his heart? The fear that gnaws at his heart that he will lose his lover because of his stupidity in falling into the trap of the person who is known as his closest friend!

If he didn't drink that glass of wine...he wouldn't have to fight with his lover like this...

“Nothing...so what is this?!”

Taekwoon shook his hand and threw a large amount of paper at his face, not at all afraid that he would get hurt.

“This is…”

Wonshik bent down to pick up the paper and look at it. What he saw made him stunned. Even if the sharp piece of paper cut his face, he didn't care. All he was interested in right now was the picture of him and Jaehwan looking like they just had sex!

“I would like an explanation...but I probably won't need it. The picture says it all.”

“It's not what you think!”

Wonsik tried to kneel and beg, hugging his lover's legs. Trust him, he's not cheating, he's not doing it!

“Then what did I see?...Can you answer...?”

Wonshik is quiet.

“You can't answer me...that's it...”

“Please Taekwoon. Jaehwan and I have nothing to do with each other. I swear, I never convinced you in the past? Doesn't what I do show you how much I love you?”

Wonshik sheds tears that mix with the blood that was flowing earlier. His once handsome face was covered in fresh blood.

Taekwoon only glanced around. before shaking his leg out of his grip

“Yes...you did it before. Until Jaehwan came in. You've changed! Enough Won Shik, I'll go myself. I won't be an obstacle for you and Jae Hwan to have to do things behind my back again!”

"no! Taekwoon! Please, tell me what you want me to do. Don't do this. I have only you..."

Taekwoon stood still for a while. before smiling through tears Won Shik smiles as he thinks Tae Woon has forgiven him.

It's okay, he'll break up with Jaehwan. He won't make his lover sad again. Everything related to third party He will block it all out. As long as his lover isn't gone anywhere, that's enough...

“You can definitely do it, Wonshik..”

"Disappear from this world...don't meet...die apart. If you don't die, it will be me who will kill myself."

Like lightning strikes the heart Pain shot through. It hurt more than thousands of sharp knives stabbed into vital points of the body.

This is more than being dumped. Or must we be tens of thousands of miles apart...

“If I do, you will smile like before. Will you laugh like before?”

“Of course, because I won't have any more regrets. You can do it, right?”

“I will...just make you happy...I can do that.”

Wonshik slowly stood up and placed a soft kiss on her lips before walking out of the room.

If Taekwoon knew that that kiss was the last kiss he received from Wonshik...

What will it be like?...

I didn't mean to speak to him like that. I'm just disappointed that Wonshik won't distance himself from Jaehwan. Even though I had tried to tell him long before that his friend secretly liked him. Every time Wonshik just laughed. And told me it was nothing I think too much.

But as the days pass by What I once believed was nothing happened with Jaehwan as the center...

He and I started arguing often. I began to feel insecure about the 'friendship' relationship that Wonshik had been telling me about. The intensity of our arguments began to widen. Wider...so wide that I don't know what kind of feelings to fill in the gaps that are missing to bring us back together like before. Until finally...

We started talking less. Normally, I'm a person who doesn't say much. Questions he often asks me So this is a question that no one has answered...

I am sure he loves me more than anyone on this earth he could love. But when jealousy and resentment arise These feelings overshadow love. The honesty that Wonshik has given for the past 4 years has disappeared...just because of one person.

Two feet walked into the room again with a heart that was too empty to describe...

Wonshik might have left me...from a breakup. Or maybe he's looking for a way to reconcile with me. Who knows when I open the door? I might find a big bouquet of flowers or something I really want waiting behind this door.

Of course....no one knows what's going to be there, right?

I opened the door with a smile. In my heart I had already forgiven Wonshik. I just hope to finally see the owner of the face that has a warm smile....the owner of my heart.

But it's not like that....

The condition of the room with scattered items was no different from when I left. The picture frames that had previously been hung were taken down and placed in a pile on the floor. I slowly crouched down to pick it up to see what it was. Because I never thought of paying attention to it. So it made me not know that it ever existed in this room....

It's a picture from when I first met Wonshik. The man with the easiest smile in the world No matter how many things you've encountered As long as the corners of the mouth aren't hurt. The world will see the most beautiful smile from that man.

My slender fingers touched Wonshik's face. Before smiling at the person in the picture and walking into my bedroom.....with him.

Shiny silver razor blades were scattered all over the room, leaving no space for walking. Small drops of speckled blood appeared as traces on the clean, white floor. The floor at the foot of the bed was stained with crimson blood that continued to flow from Wonshik's wrist....

I slowly walked towards him at the end of the bed. At this point, even if there was nothing blocking me or even the blades that Wonshik had planted on the door to prevent me from entering, they wouldn't be able to do anything to me. It's not because I avoid it. But because I was able to walk through them one by one...one by one. It's not that it doesn't hurt....but I can't feel it right now.

The blades that cut the soles of my feet gradually decreased in number as I reached the foot of the bed....

Light brown eyes that once shone brightly faded like the light of the setting sun that had just disappeared. But it took another person's life as well....

A wrist full of long wounds stretched across the wrist, dozens of overlapping lines, overflowing with bright red liquid, sending a fishy, ​​vomit-inducing odor throughout the room. I slowly held his bloodied wrist and held it against my own cheek, not caring how much blood stained my face. Before looking into the eyes that were once bright which is still overflowing with Wonshik's tears

“It hurts....it hurts a lot, doesn't it...?”

I looked at his gaping wound before speaking slowly and softly.

"How long did it take...how many times did you have to cut it down...so you didn't have any breathing left?"

The more I stared at that pale white face, It only made me feel more guilty.

Satisfied...that he listened to my orders.

Proud...to know that I am still important.

Regret...for killing the person you love to a painful death because of too much love.

I'll follow you...

End.