he's getting married?

I was sitting in the living room watching TV. I played with the brown bracelet as many Shinhwa commercials aired on. Jun-Pyo and his mother were in most of them. The doorbell rang shortly after and I snapped my head up. I looked through the window and saw it was someone familiar. I opened the door and smiled.

"Woo-Bin?" I asked. He grinned sympathetically and held out his hand.

"Care to join me for a walk?"

We walked slowly down the park path. If I had a nickel every time I walked down this road with a boy, I would probably be a millionaire. My hands snuggled in my warm pockets as our breath was foggy in the winter air.

"Why am I here?"

"I knew Yi-Jeong wouldn't tell you in person," He began. The sound of his name hurt my heart.

"What happened?" I said calmly, with some urgency in my voice.

"He's getting married."

Millions of questions raced through my mind, but only one came out.

"Why?"

"His father. Even though he never really worried about Yi-Jeong, he seems to now. He wants him to marry a famous potter like him. For his benefit." I stopped walking and looked down. Marriage? My heart really felt like it was shrinking by the second. I snapped my head up.

"When is he getting married?" I asked. Woo-Bin looked at me.

"After his graduation." I counted down the days in my head. That was only in three weeks. And for some reason, it felt like this was too surreal to be possible.

"Why so early?" I whispered to myself. Woo-Bin put his hand on my shoulder.

"If you really are meant to be, then you'll follow him right?"

I thought.

I rested my hand on top of his.

"Tell him good luck," I paused.

"Being a new husband to his wife." I took his hand off and slowly began walking back to my home.

"Seung So-Young!" I stopped hesitantly and turned my head.

"Listen to your heart." He put his hand over his heart. I continued walking. When was he leaving? He was only turning 18, so how could he get married so soon? My pace quickened and now I was running with small tears forming in my eyes. I stopped and collapsed on the ground.

"Why! Why do you have to leave me like everyone else? Why do you have to make me suffer when I really loved you?" I whispered the last part. I sobbed into my hands and slammed the concrete with my fist. Just then a motorcycle came beside me. I looked up to meet a familiar face. He helped me up and let me cry into his leather jacket.

"What happened?" I tried to pull away from his embrace but his arms were to strong. I gave up and weeped into his chest.

"He's leaving me. And I don't even know if I want to say goodbye or not." I whispered through my tears. He hugged me tighter and I leaned on him for support.

"Leaving?"

"That jerk is getting married." I replied. Ji-Hoo let go of me and gave me a helmet.

"Let's go to home." I looked at him then back at the helmet, my vision cloudy. But, I still managed to peep out a small word.

"Okay."

We arrived at his home and he helped me off. He lead me inside and immediately started making tea. I sat in silence as if my body was deflated.

"When you cry like that my heart breaks too, you know." I looked to him and pursed my lips.

"My heart is already broken in half. I never even knew I could cry this much." I muttered. He handed me the cup and I slowly drank it. He sat next to me, draping a blanket over my shoulders. After a while he put his arms around me.

"Even though I loved you for so long, I can't let you and Yi-Jeong part this easily. It seems like the only way you'll stop torturing yourself." I listened to his words carefully. I leaned on his shoulder and shut my eyes.

"Thank you, Sunbae."

The next day I walked the park path alone. My legs wandered off to distant places but my mind remain in the same place.

Was I that replaceable?

I wish I could take back that moment. Even forget about seeing him with the other girls. Just because my heart can deny the fact I still love someone who didn't even love me back. How could someone love something so much? It was a wonder to me. I rested my hands in my purse as I sat down.

I smiled through all the memories we had together. Why did I have to let go so easily when I didn't even want to?

I felt the bracelet in my pocket and took it out. I played with it as I stared at the concrete beneath my boots. Snow sat in my body like a statue in the winter, still and gray. My fingers were cold, and my lips turned blue. But I remained sitting, thinking about all of my would haves. Could haves. Should haves. . .

"Aren't you going to get a cold out here?" I didn't look up.

"I've been cold. Whatever I do I will always be the cold, dead person inside."

"You really are stubborn aren't you, So-Young?" I snapped my head up and breathed with exaggeration.

"Who do you thin—!" I stopped my sentence and studied the face in front of me.

"A girl?" I whispered. She smiled with her long straight black hair. She looked like a model.

"Can we talk?"

I walked beside her as she blabbered about things I didn't even know about. The conversation suddenly turned to love and relationships.

"I have this handsome fiancé, and he loves everything I do! He is so polite. I can't believe I even met him!" She said. I thought and suddenly spoke.

"How do you know my name?" Her turned to me and relaxed her expression.

"Somehow my fiancé told me." She told me. She must've thought I didn't understand her language.

"Who is your fiancé?"

"Yi-Jeong! The potter?" I held the bracelet in my pocket and looked at it.

"He told you?" I whispered.

"All the time. It does get awkward at time, but I imagined you were like a sister to him." I glanced at her then interrogated her further.

"Really?"

"Is that strange?" I looked down and thought.

"Were you his girlfriend?" The way she said were broke my heart. I smiled awkwardly and waved my hands.

"No. Not at all."

"Oh," She smiled politely and grasped my hand.

"I want us to have lunch, I will invite Yi-Jeong too!" I urgently took my hand away from her and rubbed it gently.

"What's wrong?" I shifted my eyes uncomfortably, thinking of an excuse.

"I–I have to help my family do some things today. I was just taking a walk before I have to assist them." I looked everywhere but her. I bowed messily and began running away.

"Thank you Sunbae!" I said quickly as I sped away. I was running so fast that I didn't even know where I was going. I bumped into someone as they grabbed my shoulders from falling.

"Excuse me," I spat quickly.

"So-Young?" I slowly looked up and stared into the brown eyes I met.

"So Yi-Jeong?" I mumbled. He looks like he was fighting an urge but stopped himself. I shook out of his grip hesitantly and spoke before leaving.

"Yi-Jeong," I said out loud.

He didn't wait to reply. "Yes?"

"Congratulations on your engagement. I'm glad you found someone to make you happy." I said not turning around.

"You know it's not like that." He whispered under his breath. I saw my hot breath in the cold fog and began walking away without another word.

Even though it wasn't my business to interfere, I felt like I needed to something. Something. . .