Out of love for me| liskook

no. 4

I woke up one evening
in the middle of the night,
my phone ringing. Too lazy to check
who it is, I answer in a sleepy "hello."
I was greeted with a bartender, who
said that I should come and pick you
up as you were wasted. I was now very
awake then. I stood up, pulling on a hoodie,
grabbing my wallet and the car keys, and
rushed out the door.

When I reached the bar, I went inside and
there you were. The bartender was right,
because you looked like a wreck. I rushed
to your side, checking if you were okay. You
were barely conscious, mumbling some weird things.

What you said next however made me
froze completely.

"Eunha? Babe when did u get here?" You slurred.

I looked at you, completely mortified.
My heart shattered at your words. I
know what I heard, I know I'm not
dreaming, but how I wished that this
was just a bad dream. Ignoring your
comment for the time being, i put
your arm around my shoulder and let
you lean on me as I lead you into my car.
Once I made sure that you were somewhat
okay, I close the door to the passengers seat.

Considering my windows are a bit tinted,
I can see my reflection from the mirror.
I remember staring at it, observing how
I looked. My hair was a bit messy,
considering how I rushed here to get you.
My face looked so tired, dark circles under
my eyes visible, my once happy expression
replaced with a sad one. I suspected you cheating for a while now, and I was already somewhat prepared if it was true. So why
did it hurt so much now?

I walked over to the drivers side, getting into
the car. I strapped on my seatbelt and put my
hands on the steering wheel, gripping it hard.
I turn my head to look at you. You were fast
asleep, looking as comfortable as you can be.
The words you said continued to replay in my
head. How can she be the first person you think
of? After everything I've done for you, she's really
the person you'd expect to pick you up? To take
care of you like this? Before I realized it tears
were starting to fall from my eyes.

That moment is when I questioned myself

How did we get from being so happy to
being so miserable?