❝Don't Leave Me❞
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I BLANKY STARED AT THE WINDOW, MY MIND WASN'T working properly, I needed to think of something, something new. My father. I couldn't, I couldn't get anything into my head. I felt something, tears. I'm pathetic, crying very second of life.

Then again, why am I pathetic? I'm blamed either way, people will hate me either way. After a long thinking, I realised that I'll get hated getting rid of him or not. I don't want to jump to conclusions; but this is just too much. Everyone just cares about him, because he's rich, because he's handsome-because he's just him.

I'm becoming a shadow, a shadow that follows him all around, people care if he's hurt, but they don't when I am. They care when he's sick and blame me for it, but they don't care about what I think, what I do and how I'm hurt. No one does.

I want to get away from all of this, just five more days, and I'll never get to see his face again, I don't plan to.

Even if he's hurt, he deserves it. I'm not the only one at fault, he deserves the hate too, he deserves the pain just as equally as I do. Why am I always dragged no matter what? Just because I'm not rich like him, a millionaire but a poor girl, I never desired for this stupid luxury or a stupid obsessive husband, none of it.

"Haerin." He's right here, just behind this door, his voice broken. I can't answer to him anymore, he's sick, and a psychopath. I can't get close to him, I just can't.

Being rich doesn't makes him better than any of those guys out there, if he's sick, he needs to realise it. Ending this won't end his sickness. This set in my mind after sitting and thinking much harder, that ending this crap isn't worth it.

"I'm sorry for everything." He whispered, I leaned my head against the door, I could feel his presence even though he isn't with me, I don't love him, I don't.

Or do I?

Having a job and proper job was so much better than being his wife. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm tired of being his wife, of being me.

Haerin. This name is now an itch to my ears, it disgusts me and wants me to kill myself, I don't have any reason left to be his wife anymore.

"Go away." I grunted, trying to make him go away, "I can't." He cried, his voice becoming silent by each second. "I just can't." He sobbed, digging his hands in his face.

"I can't either." I said. "I can't live with you." He became silent. "Why? Why can't you live with me? What did I do?" He asked, anger growing gradually. "A lot." I said, "In just six months. You did so much that I can't have you doing something else. Just..leave. You need to realise what wrong you did. And what's wrong with you before me."

He became silent. "I did nothing else! I'm not sick! I'm not a psycho! I'm.. I'm so lonely, and so alone. Nobody understands me. Why can't you just...try to do that?" I felt the urge to open the door and hug him, to comfort him and tell him that I do care, but I stop. I'm feeling insane.

"You think this is toxic? You think this marriage is toxic?" He asked, I flinched when he slammed the door. "I don't care! I don't!" I stopped, my breath hitching as I closed both my ears, hearing him break the things, glass shattering on the wall and floor and him yelling.

"Shut up, shut up, just shut up." I sobbed, my hands going up to the door. "I want to help you, I want to. But I want you to understand your own self. Why do you need others to come and tell you? Just know it Jungkook. You know your heart better than
me and many others. Realise yourself that you're sick! You're affected deeply by her death and need someone...don't use stupid contract to get my help, I'll give you all the comfort you need once you make me, not from these psycho acts, but like a husband to his wife."

He became silent, I heard him slam against the door, his hand going up as he knocked, my hand went up to where the knock came from, I lightly patted that spot, tears coming out of my eyes. "I'll stop, I'll stop. I'll come back when I know how much I love you and how much I need you, how much I need this treatment. I'll come back then, until then...don't leave me. Wait for ms." I nodded despite knowing he couldn't see, my head leaning against the door not knowing his was too.

"I won't. I'll wait for you." I breathed out. "Goodbye honey." He muttered, and I felt him get up.

And left.