[8:43pm] the pitter patters of the rain drizzle down in the neighborhood, splattering on windows and drenching the bermuda grass. a man sits on his bed amidst the stormy weather, staring out of the window with his empty gaze and his tear-stained cheeks. soft music plays on the speaker resting by his bedside, yet the music can barely be heard due to the rising downpour. the man doesn’t mind. the man doesn’t even know that his music is faint, for the aching pain of his heartbreak is louder than any sound combined.
“chan.” sighed his friend, changbin, hand on the doorknob and sympathetic gaze settled on his best friend. “it’s been two days. what have you been doing all this time?”
a silence follows after, but it isn’t too long until the rasp of chan’s voice echoes through the silent room. he clutches the sweater of his lover, and hugs it close to him, allowing the tears to cascade down his cheeks at the reoccurring thought of what his lover had done to him, what his lover did to make him break up with them. he wishes to forget about them, but every fleeting memory flashes through his mind like a film, and he is once again dwelling on what could’ve been. “i was only falling in love.”