The thought made me want to cry, but I couldn't, as if something was holding my tears back from rolling and sinking into a pain that was serious enough like a thousand razor blades slashing my fragile heart mercilessly at once.
But, no matter how excruciating this feeling was, I still couldn't cry for it.
It was mental torture that almost made me lose my mind.
At that moment, Daehyun took out his cell phone from his pocket and started calling someone. He talked on the phone for a few minutes before hanging up.
After that, Daehyun looked at me with a complicated smile on his face, and said, "Chunghee, just wait a little more, okay?"
Looking into his eyes, there was a complexity in them that was difficult to describe in words. The deeper I looked at them, the cold darkness at the edge of his eyes that had no end, allowing me to see the big depiction of our current situation.
