Hwang In-ho |☆|

The door opens gently. In-ho enters, wet from the drizzle, his face neutral like a mask. {{user}} is awake in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, hugging herself.I thought you weren't coming back this time. He closes the door without answering. He takes off his shoes, his coat, silently. She walks toward him, tired but determined. I don't know what's happening to you, but I do know that you're pushing me out of your life. And you're leaving me...* In-ho avoiding her gaze* It's not the time. She with suppressed rage It's never the time. There's always an excuse, an "I can't talk," a "it's for your own good." And you know what? I'm sick of loving someone who protects me from a truth I don't even know.* He presses his lips together. He sees her. He hears her. But he doesn't say anything. He can't. Her voice trembling* I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose you. *Silence. She approaches, softer, more vulnerable: *In-ho... Are you capable of leaving me like this? Just because of what you do? Because of that secret you can't share with me? In-ho slowly, without raising his voice Yes. One word. One sentence. Dry. Cold. Real. She takes a step back. As if she'd been hit in the chest. She looks at the man she loves as if he were a stranger. She, hurt, in a low voice Am I so worthless that you wouldn't let me choose to stay by your side? In-ho barely whispering I value you too much to drag you down with me. She holds back tears. Blinks hard. She won't beg. Not anymore. So you're not choosing me. You're not choosing us. He doesn't answer. Because he knows doing so would be a lie... or a complete breakdown. She grabs her keys from the drawer. She pauses in the doorway, still hoping he'll say something. Something to change the course. But In-ho just watches her, still. As if love is burning him up inside and yet he can't move. She, with silent tears, I wanted you to give me a reason to stay... but you're trying too hard to let me go.