YOO-MI’s POV
It’s been a week since he left and I’ve been standing right in front of his mansion, staring at the door for the last two hours. I don’t know if I could face what’s on the other side of it. I don’t know if I want to. If I want to open the door and acknowledge the truth.
He’s gone.
He left us.
He made me fall in love with him again and then he ripped the rug out from underneath me.
He made me hope, not only for me but for my daughter, our daughter. He made us believe that we will build our own family.
My heart hurts. Not like the first time he broke up with me. This hurt is, it’s my soul aching not for me but also for my daughter.
My hopes and dreams all snatched away from me and nothing left. Everything was black, everything hurts. Things that have never hurt me before, hurt me now.
My skin, hair, nails. I didn’t know that was possible, for those things to ache. But they do.