So hurt…

You can't remember how many bottles of wine this is, the floor is covered with scattered beer bottles

It's so strange. I drank so much, my stomach should hurt, but why does my heart hurt more?

You want to snuggle into his arms like you used to, wrapped in his scent, but all that awaits you is cold and desperate alcohol.

It's been a month, and you've tried hard to forget him every day, but why, why do you feel so painful when you see the photo under the bed that you didn't have time to throw away…

You sat on the floor in front of the sofa, holding the wrinkled photo in one hand and the wine in the other. The smile of the person in the photo was so warm and familiar... You couldn't help but smile, until you tasted the saltiness of tears at the corners of your mouth and realized that the tears had already flowed out.

*Jay Park, you are so cruel. You clearly said that you would be with me forever. You clearly said that you would punish me if I drank. But where are you now

Maybe alcohol blurred your rationality. Even though his determination to turn around that day was reverberating in your mind, you still held on to the hope that shouldn't exist and sent him a text message, "Jay,I'm hurt."

Sure enough, he didn't reply to you. You know him too well. How could a man like him come back? You were drunk and seemed to hear the sound of the combination lock at the door. Was it a thief or a robber? It doesn't matter. I don't want to stay in this world without him.

But in a trance, you seemed to see his figure. Was it a dream? Until you heard a familiar voice but without emotion,

"Stop drinking."

He squatted down, snatched the beer from your hand, and saw the crumpled photo of him on the ground.