#breakupchronicles

Jaehyun was the heart breaker while Chaeyoung was the heart fixer.

“I don’t want to continue this anymore. Let’s break up,”

                                                       Once Again

It was a cold and breezy night when Chaeyoung came out from her apartment. Frustration wrapped her whole being when she tried to sleep but can’t. That’s why she has decided to go for a walk just for a little while.

She quickly grabbed her jacket and went to the main door. As she closed the door behind her, she immediately secured the keys inside the pocket of her thick jacket.

Blowing some hot breath from her mouth to her palms, she rubbed them both to feel warm and started walking after. The cold wind blew from somewhere and it made the strands of her hair to sway, covering her face a little. Using one hand, she grabbed all the strands of her hair and used her hair tie, which was placed on her another free hand, to take them all in one place.

After she tied her hair, she blew out a little gasp as she saw a puddle just few inches away from her feet. Thankfully, she hasn’t stepped on it yet. She quickly galloped and started walking again. When she already saw the lamp post, a smile crept on her face because no one was sitting on the bench next to it. Immediately, she ran towards the bench and sat on it.

She took out her phone from her jacket’s pocket, “Oh, it’s still eleven,” she said when she noticed the time plastered on the screen. “I can stay for a little while,” she uttered in a low voice as she roamed her eyes around, returning her phone back inside to her pocket. When she looked at the dark skies and the mysterious yet harmonious place, the cold night was becoming more livid. Even though her jacket was thick, she can already feel the cold air getting on her skin. She pursed her lips into thin lines as she’s starting to feel the realness of the cold.

While gasping, a smoky-hot air came out from her mouth, “I think I should go now,” she muttered under her breathe as soon as she stood up from the bench, already hugging herself because of the cold. She was about to take a new step when she heard someone calling her name in a deep yet low voice.

For a fleeting moment, her eyes made its way to become bigger than the usual. She was taken a back when he called her name again; that didn’t stop her to face him and shout at him but when she saw his frail eyes—that made her stop.

“What are you doing here?” she decided to change her attitude and expected to be cool, “I didn’t expect to see you,” the man didn’t reply and just stared at her. “You must have a reason why you’re in front of me,” Chaeyoung added while biting her lower lip, but he kept silent. “Did you perhaps get punched by a lot of goons? Fell your head from the trains?” she continued asking but still, he wasn’t replying.

She studied his face and found no wounds. Then she already assumed an answer to her own questions. For her, he was actually looking better than okay. She then noticed that she continued staring at him as silence mastered between the two of them—for how long, she no longer have the count. The dark place didn’t feel scary at all. The enchanted lullabies of the birds were mellifluous as she stared at the man in front of her. It was no longer cold. She wasn’t shivering anymore. But the madness inside of her heart would remain still.

Just as she had realized that she’s been staring at him for too long, she quickly looked away and pretended kicking the tiny pebbles she’s seeing on the ground. She heaved a sigh as she waited for him to talk. She had asked too many questions already and none of them were answered. That pissed her off a little and with that idea, she remembered why she’s in fury with this man. She should stick to that and shouldn’t be deceived by his looks.

Finally coming back to her senses, she was about to say something, it was then she noticed him pursing his lips into thin lines as he looked away. “Chae, will you go out with me this coming Sunday?” he asked without looking at her eyes.

Chaeyoung mentally laughed, thinking she had gone crazy for doing so.

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Is there someone else?

Did you get bored?

Was I “too real” or did your perception of me get shattered?

No really, is there someone else or did you just fucking get bored?  Because no matter how much I brought up the times I wanted to be with you, you would just shrug it off as if I were nothing.

I’m an adult.  I can handle myself.  But you were my lover for a reason.

What’s also sad is that none of our parents even knew what this relationship was, or that it even existed at all.

Literally, the moment I became public with our relationship to the two most important people involved, I had already sensed you wanting to walk away.

Silly of me to think you and I could walk away from an explosion unscathed.

as of May 30, 2019.

In all actuality, the titular breakup started turning its wheels on May 12th of this year...and became official Saturday, May 18th, the day of my second college graduation.

The original contents of this diary, which began in 2014 or so, have been destroyed, their words burned in fire, and ashes scattered to the winds of the night in La Jolla, California.  They were accompanied by pages from other journals, and especially by what was once a significant necklace - plain and cheap, but sentimental.

All of these things died in a fire, but most of all, my ability to feel love and purpose in my heart for someone who used to be special and who had crushed my soul multiple times over.