Jinki shivers and grips the edge of his sleeves tigher, looking for any type of warmth. He's completely soaked otherwise, bangs sticking to his face in a mussed, unattractive manner. He tries not to make any noise, but the shuddering gives him away. Another tear rolls down his face as we wipes his nose.
Stupid, stupid Jinki. Of course she wasn't ready, why would she be ready? When is anyone ever ready to spend forever with you?
Still, Jinki couldn't help thinking it might've been a little too much on her side to just break everything off then and there. He didn't blame her though. Not at all. Not one bit. How could he? He could he--
An onslaught of misery took him by surprise and he crouched down onto the ground, sobbing hysterically and covering his face. It was raining. The rain should have been a hint. Since when does it rain on a day that promises eternity together? He wear wearing a white shirt. She hated the color white, even though white was his favorite color.
He forced himself to stand up, forced himself to stop making sniffling noises, forced himself to straight his back and look like nothing was wrong. No one would be able to differentiate his tears and the rain. He walks down one block successfully until he sees a couple stumbling out of a blinking, entirely drunk on glee and Jinki doesn't miss the glimmer on her ring finger, because suddenly he's folding in on himself again, stupid, stupid Jinki...
Someone crouches down next to him, looking somewhat concerned and all types of confused. "Are you okay?" they ask, and Jinki resists the urge to laugh hysterically.
"Peachy," he answers, voice sounding like an old record that's been set on replay too many times.
"Here, let me help you up," the man answers, and sticks his arm under Jinki's and pulls them both up. "You're drenched," he says, and starts to shrug off his jacket. "Take this. You can give it back to me some other time."
"I don't even know who you are," Jinki replies, and it comes out more angry and force than he intends it to. The other person only laughs.
Stupid, stupid Jinki. Of course she wasn't ready, why would she be ready? When is anyone ever ready to spend forever with you?
Still, Jinki couldn't help thinking it might've been a little too much on her side to just break everything off then and there. He didn't blame her though. Not at all. Not one bit. How could he? He could he--
An onslaught of misery took him by surprise and he crouched down onto the ground, sobbing hysterically and covering his face. It was raining. The rain should have been a hint. Since when does it rain on a day that promises eternity together? He wear wearing a white shirt. She hated the color white, even though white was his favorite color.
He forced himself to stand up, forced himself to stop making sniffling noises, forced himself to straight his back and look like nothing was wrong. No one would be able to differentiate his tears and the rain. He walks down one block successfully until he sees a couple stumbling out of a blinking, entirely drunk on glee and Jinki doesn't miss the glimmer on her ring finger, because suddenly he's folding in on himself again, stupid, stupid Jinki...
Someone crouches down next to him, looking somewhat concerned and all types of confused. "Are you okay?" they ask, and Jinki resists the urge to laugh hysterically.
"Peachy," he answers, voice sounding like an old record that's been set on replay too many times.
"Here, let me help you up," the man answers, and sticks his arm under Jinki's and pulls them both up. "You're drenched," he says, and starts to shrug off his jacket. "Take this. You can give it back to me some other time."
"I don't even know who you are," Jinki replies, and it comes out more angry and force than he intends it to. The other person only laughs.
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