Fahami's POV:
When I finally stepped inside my house, I quietly went to my room and locked my door.
I leaned back on the door and slid down until my buttocks hit the ground. I was a crying mess at that moment.
A few moments later, I heard footsteps from the opposite side of my door. I knew too well that it was Taesung. What did he want now? Didn't he understand what I said? I asked him to leave me alone. Why couldn't he do it?
I knew if I opened the door and asked him questions, we would end up in arguing. I didn't want that. Hell, we just had a perfect date yesterday. We were so happy. Why did he have to make me sad?
The dipped rose, still standing on my bedside table, as a notion of our love.
Did he really love me? If he did, then why would he hurt me intentionally? I was sad more than I was angry.
Taesung knocked at the door, "Noona."
I didn't reply. Sweat trickled down my forehead. Insecurity curling inside my stomach.