“ don’t you believe there’s someone for everyone?”
a royal wedding ; accepting.
the urge to glare at the male bubbles up in her chest. a feeling of self-loathing appearing like an uninvited guest, demanding to be let into her heart. and she allows it to fester, finding it easier to hate herself than to ever hate the male that presented the question.
why? why was it so difficult for seora to let him go? it had been years, and he had moved on perfectly fine. yet there’s a room in her heart, with the memories they made. each one sitting prettily on the walls, surrounded by thin golden frames. and even if she were to take them down, there’s no way she could ever forget. although she so desperately wished to.
some nights she would wake up in a cold sweat, praying to be anything but alone. wishing that she could be with him. sometimes she wonders, if she were to spend her time with someone else, would it be easier to forget? though it seemed that she could spend her whole life getting over choi deoksu.
if we hadn’t been at all; who would i be? she’s tempted to ask the question, knowing well that she wanted to cause him just a bit of torment. because perhaps she would be happier, she would still have her fantasies of true love to cling onto. but that was cruel. and to do so would only cause her to hate herself more.
“no, i do not.” after all, the only person she once believed to be hers was no longer hers.