CHAPTER 185

YOO-MI's POV

I stared in the bathroom mirror, my eyes were swollen and puffy. The tip of my nose was bright red and there were pink splotches around my temples, splayed across my cheeks from the long cry I had in the stall. On the cold, hard floor.

My hand dove into my purse, searching for something to cover up the agony and hurt and pain that was plastered all over my face.

The pain of hurting Josh. Of hurting myself.

‘Choose me, Yoo-Mi. Just this fucking once... choose me.'

Those words nearly broke me into two. Those words made me want to tell him that I would choose him. That I would do anything to keep his heart from breaking.

But, if I did that, I would just end up hurting him more than I already am.

I always thought love was supposed to be simple. That falling in love was rainbows and butterflies and magic. But it was not. It was complicated and chaotic. No matter how many times you attempt it.

I love Josh. Not the best friend who took care of me. I love who he was now. The fath