*7 years ago*
We held hands as we walked along the sidewalk. The sun was setting, and the sky was a mixture of pinks, oranges, and yellows. Clouds swirled in the evening sky. The sunset came as a settled heart to the horizon as if the sky itself could speak of love.
His hands knew how to hold on and yet simultaneously set you free. Some gazes are the promise of protection; he was all that and more.
When we finally reached a small bench near a park, the sun had already gone. I sat down, but he didn’t.
“Taehyung, are you going to sit down? What’s wrong?” I asked. Maybe he wanted to keep walking? I stood up.
“I’m fine,” He said quietly. “Sit down.”
He was facing the opposite direction as me. All I could see was his jet-black, wavy hair and broad shoulders.
The street lamps were turning on, and the moon was full and bright. I wondered if Taehyung was ever going to sit next to me, or if he wanted to head home. “D-do you want to go home now?” I asked.
“You can go. I’m not coming.” Taehyung said in his deep, low voice.
“Why? Are you going somewhere?” I felt stupid, asking all those questions. I didn’t want to be the annoying, over-protective, jealous girlfriend that nobody liked. But I had no choice!
“No.” He simply stated.
“Uh… then what are you going to do?” Suddenly, I felt insecure. My palms were sweaty, and my body got tense. Was he going to leave me?
“Don’t worry about it.” The coldness in his voice sent shivers down my spine.
My eyes got watery, and I held back the urge to scream at him. But that didn’t work. “I am going to worry about it! You’re my BOYFRIEND! How can I NOT worry about it?!” I yelled.
Taehyung didn’t react. He didn’t even turn around. He didn't flinch.
“SAY SOMETHING!” I can’t believe I lost control. I didn’t want to yell. That would just make it worse, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wish I had told him to stay quiet. That would have been better.
Taehyung slowly turned around and walked toward me until he was hovering over my small figure, then he whispered, “Let’s break up.”
“What?” I felt like someone had just ripped my heart out of my chest and stabbed it a million times. How could he say something like that? Even if he was joking, it wasn’t funny. “Tae, this isn’t funny…”
“I wasn’t trying to be funny. I’m breaking up with you, Ahnjong.” He turned away, and for a second I thought I saw a tear roll down his cheek. Maybe he still cared, but he didn’t have a choice?