From their first moments together, she had known she’d be required to give him up. He was too pure to be hers forever. No matter what he said. The boy was too perfect. Too wonderful. Too…
Ah.
She sighed. She had to stop thinking of the love of her life.
No! Don’t call him that! If he’s the love of your life, then you’ll spend the rest of it alone!
I will.
Echoed the voice deep down on the inside of her. She burst into tears again and buried her face in her pillow.
Please, Jungkook, please go home. I cannot afford to weaken. I must protect you at all costs. No matter what it costs me to see your face so heartbroken.
Even his faintest smile was hiding tonight. And it was all her fault. His eyes now reflected the sorrow in her own. She had done this to him! She had lent him her own grief by accepting the gift of his friendship.
Oh!
That she had simply left him alone that first day! Simply turned and walked away from his gorgeous face. He wouldn’t be suffering now if she had.
But she hadn’t. She’d followed the beam in his eyes. The one that had beckoned her to dance in the rain with him. Convincing her that wet feet were a gift.
But they weren’t. For they had opened her heart to a fresh and agonizing pain. The worst one yet. The experience of losing him. Of shutting him out of her life. For good.
It was time she dried her feet and her eyes. She needed to sleep. To block out the sorrow that was her whole life. That grief was like a beating heart in her chest. Pounding. Its thunder driving out the thought of anything but the pain of living without him.
