Don't Break Me Again (Part 1)
Jessica's POV
Stop being my girlfriend.
Those words rang through her head for a gazillion times.
The immense regret she felt was unbearable.
Exactly a year and a half ago, those words was said, and it haunted her till now.
How could I have said that?
Those words were conveyed without hesitant.
And with that, she left me.
Tiffany left me.
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Tiffany's POV
She finally got her promotion.
But it came with a price.
Our relationship was on the line.
It started out okay.
We were elated at how she managed to clinch that position.
Time passed, our meet ups became less frequent.
So we took to making more phone calls.
Daily night calls became a routine.
We would share our day and end it with the three sacred words before settling in to bed.
Her side of the story would always come as a complain.
The people she encountered with. Her subordinates. Piling up of work.
I understood the fact that her work was time consuming.
She's set with a greater responsibility on her shoulders.
I never demanded, even though I was yearning for her attention.
I stood by her side, in case she needed me.
I gave her all the support she required.
I wanted to be the one easing her from all the frustrations at work, but least did I expect, I was the one adding on to her frustration.
Why aren't you saying anything? What's the point of calling then?!?!
It pained me terribly to hear those words coming from her.
Over time, I knew she was calling out of obligation.
She's easily agitated now.
Easily getting frustrated.
Nothing is going right.
I started crying myself to sleep.
At times, I'll be tongue tied.
I'm scared of the words to say for fear she will get annoyed.
I kept it all inside of me.
Never once did I brought up the matter, of the extent she was piercing my heart.
I never gave up.
It did not cross my mind.
She's stressed. It's work.
I keep hypnotizing myself with that.
But who am I kidding.
She could enjoy lunch with Taeyeon but not a decent call with me?
I became her punching bag. (Well, metaphorically.)
She would vent her frustrations and then I will become her source of aggravation.
But I never gave up.
The thought never crossed my mind.
But every night, i cried myself to sleep.
.FLASHBACK.
18 April 2010
It was her birthday.
Instead of our regular birthday date, I thought she would need a break.
A break from me.
And so I planned a BBQ party for her.
I gathered his friends, my friends and our friends.
It took me a week of planning.
Everything was going well.
It'd be a great surprise.
I'd love for her to see the effort I put into keeping our relationship.
But things took a change for the last minute.
Everyone was gathered but she fell sick.
She was the glue of the party.
She had to be there.
I was dumbfounded.
I had to tell her the truth.
So she agreed. Reluctantly.
I drove by her apartment.
She did not utter a word.
I tried to get her temperature by the forehead.
But she slapped it away.
I felt my heart crumbled further with her actions.
But I kept it all in.
We arrived at the pit.
She was getting annoyed that I took a wrong turn.
I wished I could disappear.
She was stomping and shredding my heart apart.
Her smile appeared the moment we arrived, when "SURPRISE" reached our ears.
Despite the pain in my heart, I was delighted to see the smile I missed for months.
Yes, it has gone on for that long.
Seeing her mingling around with her friends, I took the chance to get my best friend.
She knew the phase I'm in.
'Did you fight?'
'Take me away please.'
My tears were threatening to fall.
So Hyo and her girlfriend, Sunny did.
I wasn't sure if she realized my absence.
My tears flowed freely as I walked away.
I did not have the heart to return to the pit.
It killed me to know that I wasn't the source of her smile, but otherwise.
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.
All I knew, I’m not giving up.
I’ll fight for as long as I could.
That way, if things are not working out, I knew I’ve tried my best.
Hyo held on to me like I was the most fragile thing in the world.
A text came on my phone.
It was from her.
‘Baby, I’m sorry. Please come back.’
It was a turmoil.
My heart.
It was a mixture of glad and sad.
But I knew I had to go back.
How can I abandon the party that I started?
And I most certainly don’t wish for others to know the problems we are facing.
We came back.
She gave me a smile which I returned.
I’m only hoping for a miracle.
The day went into the night.
Everyone was just enjoying the bonfire when she pulled me away from the rest.
I looked up at her in disbelief.
She gave me the look of immense sorry and regret.
My heart swelled, but I took her hands.
We walked silently by the beach.
It’s been quite a while since we last had a walk, much less spend time with one another in a serene and peaceful ambience.
Feeling cold, I let go of her hands and hugged myself.
Somehow, the warmth that she’s emitting was rather disturbing in the silence.
I hated it.
It showed how distant we were.
She stopped, and grabbed my hands.
She pulled me in an embrace.
How I missed it.
She placed a chaste kiss on my forehead, a sign to tell me how sorry she was.
A lone tear fell down my cheek, and I tightened my hold on her waist.
My heart was beginning to heal.
Stop being my girlfriend.
Those words rang through her head for a gazillion times.
The immense regret she felt was unbearable.
Exactly a year and a half ago, those words was said, and it haunted her till now.
How could I have said that?
Those words were conveyed without hesitant.
And with that, she left me.
Tiffany left me.
---
Tiffany's POV
She finally got her promotion.
But it came with a price.
Our relationship was on the line.
It started out okay.
We were elated at how she managed to clinch that position.
Time passed, our meet ups became less frequent.
So we took to making more phone calls.
Daily night calls became a routine.
We would share our day and end it with the three sacred words before settling in to bed.
Her side of the story would always come as a complain.
The people she encountered with. Her subordinates. Piling up of work.
I understood the fact that her work was time consuming.
She's set with a greater responsibility on her shoulders.
I never demanded, even though I was yearning for her attention.
I stood by her side, in case she needed me.
I gave her all the support she required.
I wanted to be the one easing her from all the frustrations at work, but least did I expect, I was the one adding on to her frustration.
Why aren't you saying anything? What's the point of calling then?!?!
It pained me terribly to hear those words coming from her.
Over time, I knew she was calling out of obligation.
She's easily agitated now.
Easily getting frustrated.
Nothing is going right.
I started crying myself to sleep.
At times, I'll be tongue tied.
I'm scared of the words to say for fear she will get annoyed.
I kept it all inside of me.
Never once did I brought up the matter, of the extent she was piercing my heart.
I never gave up.
It did not cross my mind.
She's stressed. It's work.
I keep hypnotizing myself with that.
But who am I kidding.
She could enjoy lunch with Taeyeon but not a decent call with me?
I became her punching bag. (Well, metaphorically.)
She would vent her frustrations and then I will become her source of aggravation.
But I never gave up.
The thought never crossed my mind.
But every night, i cried myself to sleep.
.FLASHBACK.
18 April 2010
It was her birthday.
Instead of our regular birthday date, I thought she would need a break.
A break from me.
And so I planned a BBQ party for her.
I gathered his friends, my friends and our friends.
It took me a week of planning.
Everything was going well.
It'd be a great surprise.
I'd love for her to see the effort I put into keeping our relationship.
But things took a change for the last minute.
Everyone was gathered but she fell sick.
She was the glue of the party.
She had to be there.
I was dumbfounded.
I had to tell her the truth.
So she agreed. Reluctantly.
I drove by her apartment.
She did not utter a word.
I tried to get her temperature by the forehead.
But she slapped it away.
I felt my heart crumbled further with her actions.
But I kept it all in.
We arrived at the pit.
She was getting annoyed that I took a wrong turn.
I wished I could disappear.
She was stomping and shredding my heart apart.
Her smile appeared the moment we arrived, when "SURPRISE" reached our ears.
Despite the pain in my heart, I was delighted to see the smile I missed for months.
Yes, it has gone on for that long.
Seeing her mingling around with her friends, I took the chance to get my best friend.
She knew the phase I'm in.
'Did you fight?'
'Take me away please.'
My tears were threatening to fall.
So Hyo and her girlfriend, Sunny did.
I wasn't sure if she realized my absence.
My tears flowed freely as I walked away.
I did not have the heart to return to the pit.
It killed me to know that I wasn't the source of her smile, but otherwise.
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.
All I knew, I’m not giving up.
I’ll fight for as long as I could.
That way, if things are not working out, I knew I’ve tried my best.
Hyo held on to me like I was the most fragile thing in the world.
A text came on my phone.
It was from her.
‘Baby, I’m sorry. Please come back.’
It was a turmoil.
My heart.
It was a mixture of glad and sad.
But I knew I had to go back.
How can I abandon the party that I started?
And I most certainly don’t wish for others to know the problems we are facing.
We came back.
She gave me a smile which I returned.
I’m only hoping for a miracle.
The day went into the night.
Everyone was just enjoying the bonfire when she pulled me away from the rest.
I looked up at her in disbelief.
She gave me the look of immense sorry and regret.
My heart swelled, but I took her hands.
We walked silently by the beach.
It’s been quite a while since we last had a walk, much less spend time with one another in a serene and peaceful ambience.
Feeling cold, I let go of her hands and hugged myself.
Somehow, the warmth that she’s emitting was rather disturbing in the silence.
I hated it.
It showed how distant we were.
She stopped, and grabbed my hands.
She pulled me in an embrace.
How I missed it.
She placed a chaste kiss on my forehead, a sign to tell me how sorry she was.
A lone tear fell down my cheek, and I tightened my hold on her waist.
My heart was beginning to heal.