Small Universe
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Author's Ramblings: This is part two, for now I won't be finishing this story because honestly I have LiveWire and Contemporary to work with. If I ever have a poetic bout again, I will return to this. I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 2
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"I ended it with Kae In." I deliver the news to Hyung, who as co-heir of this suffering; at any other time I would have been just mine, but as the mastermind of this charade he must also carry the load of this separation. I'm vindictive, is one of my negative traits, cruel and pointless. Although Hyung had always been exempt from my mood swings and the anger; this short phrase is the fruit of his 'bravo's and his little encouragements to continue my lies while I existed within Sang Go Jae. Slowly his features decay and an iceberg settles in our hearts; Hyung leaves my file of vision, and for once I regret having spoken at all, but I remain silent and our day begins with the insurance that we would not be giving up the DAAM project.

Just stuff my heart into a vase and throw it to the sea while I focus in my abandoned dreams.

I wonder if Hyung will be brave enough to show his face around me after this, I focus on the job and but my thoughts are a mess and dance around my head all morning. How could my mother thank me for having ended it with Kae in-ssi? My hands trace the incessant unending lines with architectural terminology, dancing with the paper as if they were lovers (and maybe they are) while my mind kept bringing up the last words I exchanged with the love of my life.

Seducing a woman like you is like basic math for me. I never loved you… why continue the charade if Professor Park already knows the truth?

It was lunch time, but I continued working, Hyung ate nothing, while Tae Hoon asked if he was feeling well. The red table on my desk caught my eyes and gently I lift it; did she get hurt while making this? No, Kae In only got hurt when she could not express her anger, this had been a gift to repair things between them. An apple.

Six months ago and apple would have been something so insignificant, unimportant. In my race to win some architectural award, I would have probably eaten it and thrown it aside, now and apple was all I had left of her.

An apple, a small white table and its white chair.

Banished from Sang Go Jae, with no dreams to fulfill, with the beginning of an apology attempting to escape the tip of my tongue, and trapped within the smallest office my company had ever encountered… This black hole was all that was left of my little universe; I couldn't save myself, there was no way out, and all I wanted was to be absorbed and forgotten.

Tae Hoon leaves at some point, Hyung murmurs as he leaves, and in a vague moment of my new reality I take a deep breath while resting my forehead against my desk. How to face the world with this loneliness?

I won't love Park Kae In. I don't love Park Kae In. I never loved Park Kae In.