~My first short story on tumblr. Enjoy!~ ^_^

Characters : JiYong & Haneul (you)
Type of story : Angst

As I stood frozen at the doorstep of my now dreary home, I watched him leave. For the last time. I knew that this time, I couldn’t get him back. I wiped my half dried tears from my rosy cheeks as he turned around to look at me quickly before he got in his car and left. I slowly dragged myself to my dark bedroom and saw a small folded note on my pillow. I hesitated while opening it.
“We’re under the same sky but at hopelessly different places. You and I are dangerous… That is why I’m leaving you. I know it seems cowardly but I’m hiding because I am not good enough. I just don’t have the same feelings anymore. Maybe we’ll see each other again one day… Goodbye Haneul.” the note read. The small sheet drifted to the floor out of my cold, shaky hand. I glanced over at my night table, which had resting upon it, a single blue glass heart. JiYong had given it to me months ago. No longer caring about anymore pain that could be inflicted upon me, I smashed the ornament with my palm. I closed my eyes hard and I could not feel the blood now streaming from my hand. I could not feel anything. I looked down at my crimson hand. Tiny shards of glass still wedged in it.
A few hours later, after I cleaned away the mess of glass and blood on my hands, the floor and the night table, I picked up my song book and my guitar. I flipped a few pages and found the song I had started. I had been working on it for ages but I couldn’t seem to find the right words. Nothing had inspired me to write. That is, until all this happened. All of my feelings in the moment flooded onto the pages. Now and again, I’d begin to cry all over again because it would strike me that JiYong wasn’t coming back. As I thought of JiYong again, I felt like my heart had stopped beating. Him and I, frozen there, like after a war. I eventually was neither painful nor lonely. Happiness is all self-talk. I couldn’t stand anything more complicated than this was. But I guess it was no big deal, I’d try to act like I don’t care, inevitable wandering. JiYong said he had loved me to death. He said his cold heart had been dyed blue, but even though JiYong had left, I was still here. He doesn’t have to worry about me. Yes, I will fall asleep alone, but I’m used to the blue tears and blue sorrow. Wherever he’ll be, I’ll be singing my blues.