The apartment you and Wan Miya lived in was frigid and lonely— signs of detachment evident in its surroundings. May it be the expired food in the freezer or the television that's been unplugged for months. Wan knew you were slowly drifting away from his grasp, he knew of your infidelity and yet he chose to stay. His love for you was greater than the hatred he burdened his heart with, knowing it'll only continue to crush him if he kept recalling the events that happened these past few months.

It was the beginning of winter when Wan noticed how you came home later than your usual promised time. He paid no mind to it at first— however, as the same events repeated, Wan grew suspicious and stalked you one night; only to find you in the comfort of another man. He was undoubtedly heartbroken but chose to keep his own secret, afraid of losing you for good. He pretended to be clueless and remained being the doting significant other. For how long will he last?

As the clock struck midnight, Wan clenched his hands, his nails digging into his already battered hands. He waited for your arrival, knowing you'd smell like another man, knowing you now press the sweetest kisses on another man' lips, knowing your delicate frame's being touched by another. Yet, he still stayed.

"Sweetheart, you're home." Wan greeted you with a strained smile, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek as he took your coat. "You must be tired." he mumbled once he finally got a whiff of a scent that isn't his.