Getting Closer To "us" [Ateez Yeosang]

~03~

((Y/n)'s Pov)

"Finally you'll be useful for something!" my father said grinning and left to his room.

I went to my room and locked the door after changing into my pyjamas.
I was laying there, starring at the ceiling. I couldn't believe it.

Marrying. Marrying.

I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. And more followed. I haven't cried in a very long time.
Last time I did was when my mum died. She died in a car accident five years ago. I was devastated, a crying mess. I cried so often that I believed that I cried every tear I had in me.
But seems like I still had some.

My father changed after mum's death.
We used to be a perfect family. But nothing is really perfect. We were happy and everything seemed to be fine but mum's death destroyed everything.

My father treated me quite poorly after mum died. He never abused me physically nor mentally. He simply didn't care and he was only waiting for me to get married so I could leave him.

It was because I was the spitting image of my mother. Someone he didn't like to be reminded of. Someone's death he didn't like to be reminded of.

The days passed and the message that I would marry still didn't get into my brain. It was like my brain refused to believe it.

On Wednesday evening I just wore a very simple and basic black dress because I didn't want to impress him anyway.
My guard dropped me off at the hotel and I entered it. I felt a little ashamed because everyone around me wore really fancy stuff. But I shrugged it off anyway and started searching for him.

Then I saw him.