love dust

The anxiousness, he felt it too. He wanted to know the reason she came back, because she perfectly knew just how hurt he was. He even left without saying anything to her; they were not really in the best term. 

Kyrie knew she had no right, no right to ask him for a second chance. Would she have given him a second chance if he left her for another? 

He knew he was probably being too much on her. He was being immature as well. Sungjoon couldn’t accept the fact that she chose the other guy over him after he showed just how much she meant for him. He knew he should have been happy for her and still being a good friend to her, like he was once one. But no, he decided that his treatment now was a way for him to let her feel his own pain; a way of revenge.

She waited for a good while for his reply. Forever the tiny number still showed he hadn't read the message and it pained her so much. When the message indicated he read it, her anxiousness grew. The anticipation of hearing from him built and came crashing down when a few hours later he replied with cold questions. "I want you, you idiot. It's always been you. I take that back, I am the idiot, I was stupid and left you. I left something that could have been so wonderful to be with a man I thought would make me just as happy. And I was wrong..." She replied to the screen of her phone. How was she to reply? 

Three words enough to made him lost his energy as he leaned back onto seat, looking soulless until his manager asked if he was okay and not earning any answer from him. It was the words he wanted to hear the most. But this time it was different. She was with someone else — or at least he thought she was. And that just raised a lot more questions which drives the actor crazy. Why would she say that to him?

She managed to pick her pitiful self upstairs to shower and dress up for bed. It was a long week, it felt like months since she last saw Sungjoon, and it didn't go well at all. The ultimate blow to the evening was his cold facade from start to finish. From the concert to the telephone call. Why?His words repeated itself in her head. Words spoken by the gorgeous soothing voice she loved. The next morning she sat in her empty jewelry store. It was empty because she didn't bother to flip over the open sign, nor unlock the door of Frost. She was numb. Completely numb, but her thoughts were still on Sungjoon. Numbness was supposed to make her forget it all, instead her body was in shock from his cold reaction towards her. She gave in, sending a kakaotalk message to the male. A final curtain call, she felt like it anyway. 

Putting a hand over his forehead, he massaged it slowly while resting his elbow on the hand rest of his seat. He felt drained from the shock of seeing her again. He felt his phone vibrated, and he had been waiting a call from one of the producers he was working for, so he didn’t even bother to look for the caller ID.

He gave her a one word response, an indication of no longer caring. Kyrie was about to drive towards his place, but since his attitude was obviously indifferent, she was taken aback. She didn't know how to respond. She muttered a little, finding the right words to say. Could she tell him she missed him? Why not, she had nothing more to lose, except her dignity. "I miss you, Sungjoon." She lost it as soon as she said those words, and she found it difficult for her to breathe, let alone hold a conversation. Why? She couldn't think of any other reason, but her selfishness.

He only blinked his eyes once. Just once. And it was only to make sure that he was not dreaming. He thought that he was okay — that he already moved on. But it was like a sharp blade went through his heart and made it bled once again the moment they eyes met for the second time and she was still there.

When he passed by her as if she was a ghost, her heart tore. She had a bit of hope he would at least look at her, acknowledge her presence or smiled a little since she came to support him. But as the very large crowd of women of all ages chased after his car, Kyrie took one final glimpse at the man she let get away. She nearly fell over if it wasn't for her car parked directly behind her. She stumbled into the car, her hands shaking, and tears rolled down her face. This was closure, it was, but she didn't want to accept it. She needed to hear him say it was over. It was only an excuse, she knew it, to see him one last time. To really look at him and witness the man she lost. Wiping her tears, she dialed his number, a number she hoped he didn't change. He heard someone on the other line. "Sungjoon? Please don't hang up. It's me, Kyrie. Can we see each other, tonight if you can?"

Sungjoon was busy with all the attention he was getting from his fans. They were his source of strength now that he could get back on his own two feet. There were just too many people, but maybe some sort of unseen force did reached out to him. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt someone was calling out to him even though those girls were basically screaming his names.

Kyrie thought he made eye contact with her, but with so many people in the crowd she knew that even if he did the man wouldn't give her the time of day after what happened between them. When the crowd dissipated, with many of Sungjoon's fans waiting to catch a glimpse of him getting into his car and driving away, Kyrie stood hopelessly by as well. She hoped any glimpse of him would calm the pain she felt inside from wanting to be with him, even if she knew the man had the right to be upset with her and not give her the time of day. In her matte gray Ferrari, she waited. No one noticing her fancy Italian ride because Sungjoon was their main target, their main purpose of battling the cold. 

Sungjoon was all smiles, he sang his heart out. Passionated and full of talent. Fingers playing on the strings of his guitar. He might not be as popular as idols nor he is as famous as the actor, Choi Seunghyun. But he has his fans, who will support him and loves him for his talent. It was enough for the guy. 

If she wasn't in a room full of people, Yoon Kyrie would be stomping her feet like a child not getting her cotton candy. Sungjoon continued to sing and play his guitar, and she believed even if the crowd parted like the Red Sea leading his vision to the lone woman with the disappointed look on her face he would continue on at his heart's content. She turned her face, not wanting to see the sight of the hug and kiss he gave the lucky fan. The crowd when wild and it was enough for her to feel both foolish and jealous to the utmost extreme.