Please... Just Turn Around...

(Inspired by Should I Love Alone - Han Seung Yeon [Lyrics])

She looked at his forlorn expression. It reminded her of her little puppy, from the one day she had left him on the veranda by mistake and his whimpers at the glass door had reminded her of him. She hadn't told him anything. He was the only thing she could see right now, after all. But he had turned around, he wasn't capable of love. She had learned that the hard way, but still, why did every moment of it hurt so much. He had been able to give her so much joy, but it was as if each precious memory was being pulled out of her heart, piece by piece, shattering into fragments as they were erased.

He glanced down at her, she was after all, sitting on a park bench under a streetlight that illuminated the circle around them. His heartless words had been too much for her after all. She had sat down to listen to them, but now, as he slowly walked away, her legs didn't have the strength for her to stand up and chase after him. She tried to call out to him, but as the tears began to fall her voice turned into a whimper.

He couldn't see it after all. Her heart that she had tried so hard to get across to him. Her feelings, that seemed to pass him by like the wind. Her words that always fell on deaf ears. She had always felt she was loving alone, even though he had been so kind to her - to her alone. Still, she could tell from his walk, his straight back and the lack of hesitation that her affection hadn't reached him. He was still immune to her smiles, her tears and her heartbreak.

She looked down at her feet, her tears splashing on the brick paved path below her heels. The little water droplets split apart, and she saw his smile reflect back at her. She hugged her knees, and her sobs overtook her, tear after tear rolling down her face, down her cheeks and onto the ground below. It was as if the fragments of the precious memories that had been pulled out of her heart were falling out of her eyes as well. She had hoped it would turn around to look at her, but as she shuddered at her own sadness she knew it wouldn't be. Her prayers had not reached him. All she had left, were these memories, but they too were leaving her.

All she had were her tears, but like the happy memories, they too would disappear. She would remember that she had loved alone and that it would never be. She sat down from the bench, onto the cold, bricked path leaning back as the sharp wood dug into her back. She dug her face into her knees as her tears continued to pour the remains of her heart back to the earth below.

//Author's Note - I write a lot of sad stories and I usually have a lot of sad music playing when I write them, but this was inspired by Han Seung Yeon, a person who inspires me a lot, first with her solo song, Guilty, but now with this, and the drama, Her Lovely Heels. I found myself crying along with the story as I wrote it, so I apologize if it feels kind of disconnected, the tears in my eyes were the reason for that. I don't really cry unless my heart is in pain, but I feel as though this resonated with the pain I felt in the past which is why it happened.