A: If you couldn't tell, VIXX is my favorite K-Pop group, along with History. Also, it's the 59th chapter, be ready for the last chapter with heartbreak, fluff, smut chapter with everyone in it.

On with the story~

I thought that we'd be together forever, I really did. But I guess I was just a lovestruck idiot.

I'd wake up by your side, gazing in awe at your perfect features, your light blonde hair that shaped your face perfectly.

When you woke up, your sleepy turquoise eyes would make a smile spread across my face, I'd get up and prepare your coffee because I knew you weren't a morning person. With four sugars and two creams, just how you wanted it.

My heart would warm even more when you took the cup, only because I knew it would be perfect for you.

"Thank you."

I used to play music for you, I learnt how to play piano, play your favorite song only for you. You'd sit by my side, finishing off the notes alongside me. Where did all of that go?

The afternoon we spent outside, sketching things around, we sketched anything that we thought to be beautiful, you ended up sketching me with a butterfly on my shoulder, I sketched you with a flower crown on.

There were days where you didn't want to go out, but there were also days when I ignored you.

I'm sorry I didn't dance with you that day, now that I'm alone, the only music to my ears is the tick of the clock.

The days when I'd take your hand and we'd dance stupidly in the comfort of our own home, were some of the best. I loved it when you laughed with me, or when I did some idiotic gesture.

I remember the places where we'd snuggle up to each other, sitting on the windowsill, where the light beamed on us, illuminating you more than anything else in the room.

Or on the sofa by the door, it was a comfortable spot where we'd cuddle under a blanket. I loved it when you snuggled closer to me, burying your face into my chest.

As I lay in bed now, I wonder where we went, I wonder where you went, and why you left me.

Why did you leave?

You left me lost.

Why did you leave me with the chime of a clock as the only reminder that time moves on?

Why would you leave my portrait unfinished, your face has faded from my memory by this point?

Why did you leave me with my own thoughts, when they absorbed me and told me that I wasn't good enough for you?

Why would you leave me with gears churning in my stomach, that was begging for food?

Why would leave me with this hoarse voice that only wanted to talk to you, which now only beckons for water?

You've left me staring out this window that brings in light to bright for my eyes, leaning over the edge, wondering what it'd be like to jump.

I thought I knew better than that,
but I didn't. One day, the pain got so bad that I closed my eyes, and imagined jumping.

I imagined death so much it felt more like a memory. When's it gonna get me? In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me? If I see it coming do I run or do I let it be?

Is it like a beat without a melody?

On that same day, I figured it out as I jumped from the windowsill, seeing the buildings and cloudy sky blur around me.

It was.