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You had enough of his ego.
King this and that, you're sick of it, honestly. Sometimes— no, every night you regret your foolish decision of confessing your feelings to the male.
On your so-called dates, you constantly seem to trail behind him when he wants to get there. He expects you to comply with all of his demands. He has never once inquired as to your whereabouts or interests.
Alas, him accepting your confession was a mystery until today.
If only you had seen the real him sooner, you wouldn't be staring at the ceiling of your room in the middle of the night, awake. For example, right now.
It had been two years since the two of you started dating, and you were planning to spill everything that had been running through your mind until a letter came to his house.
Maybe you should have paid more attention to what he said about the contents rather than trying to figure out the best way to phrase your sentences because the next day, he was gone.
No messages.
No calls.
Nothing.
There was one time you thought he joined the project just to run away from you.
Well, you thought as you rolled over to the empty spot of the bed, eyes fluttered close, and clutched the blanket close to your figure, it was expected.
You were about to doze off when your ringtones suddenly rang along with the light from your phone illuminating the room. A scream stuck in your throat upon seeing the name of a person you didn't expect.
Rather than saving his name as 'my boyfriend' as a couple should do, a 'clean freak' was displayed instead.
"Why now...?"You muttered in anxiety. You took a long time to answer, which turned into a missed call. However, before you could put your phone away, it flashed again, much to your horror.
It continues for 5 minutes when you eventually give in to his persistence.
You take a deep breath and straighten yourself, pushing your finger to slide the green button on the screen, "What is it?"
"...hey, "he greeted."it has been a while."
His voice was hoarse, you noticed. Was he sleeping? Did he have a nightmare? Is he sick? Or homesick?
"Yeah."You cleared your throat to stop yourself from worrying about him and softened your tone."What's wrong?"
