Once again, you’d found yourself drinking away your pain. Alone in your apartment, surrounded by drinks; this is what your life had become.

Over the course of a month, your life had gone from its peak: waking up next to the love of your life, to spend every minute of the day with her, then falling asleep beside her. To barely even being able to get yourself out of bed - how could you? She wouldn’t be waiting for you.

You groaned, pulling yourself off of the comforting forfeit you’d formed on your couch. Spending the last few weeks wrapped up in the blankets, with a pint of Ben and Jerrys in hand.

Your keys were sat on the kitchen counter; taunting you. Like they were teasing you for the fact you’d lost the one girl you’d love the most with no battle. Your drunk mind taking over, you grabbed them.

Over ten minuets later, and a few missed crashes. You were at her house. The mere sight of already making you want to burst into tears. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t the best idea.

But before you could change your mind, you were outside of her house. A stumble in your step, as you tried to stay upright, shouting whatever you could think of in your drunken state.

“Jihyo, come outside baby..please..”

You sounded pathetic. You were pathetic. She’d dumped you, why would she take you back? She was too good for you, and you knew it.

The thought didn’t stop you. You continued to shout. Ranging from begging to take you back, to lying about how good you were doing without her; that’s why you were outside her house. Drunk. At midnight.

The widow cracked open. The sound making you freeze, your flushed face staring up at her bedrooms window.

She looked even more beautiful than you’d remembered. Almost prettier than all the Instagram stories she’d been posting over the weeks, prettier than the photos you’d been staring at endlessly.