Chapter 10: (Eunhyuk's POV)

I could barely see the road through the thick blankets of tears layering my eyes. My heart was broken, and my brain was fuzzy. I wasn't exactly planning on going anywhere, I just needed to get out.

I couldn't get his face out of my mind. His lost, helpless expression. Why didn't he trust me? I felt so distrusted and hurt…but I was still in love with my poor little fishy.

I couldn't believe I'd just thrown his necklace. His gift, his present he'd gotten for me and only me, out of love, to represent our feelings for each other no matter where we were…I'd just thrown it into a mud puddle. I felt so disgusted with myself. I forced myself to pull over and just breathe.

What did all this mean? Was this just a fight, or was this the end? No, it couldn't be the end of us! We could push through, we could always push through!…right? I shouldn't be having these doubts, I really shouldn't…is there something wrong with us?

I banged my head hard on the steering wheel, and I was surprised not to hear the horn beeping. For the nth time, I ran my hands through my hair and tried to sort out my thoughts. Were Donghae and I just…not meant to be together?

No. Relationships are built on love, and based on trust, but no one's perfect. Even the most compatible couples fight, and it was normal for people to have doubts sometimes. A couple that doesn't have fights is not a perfect couple at all. Because is there are no fights, then obviously someone lied about something, because no two people agree on everything.

If all this I was thinking was true, then why was I here? Why was a pulled over on some random street, banging my head into my steering wheel, when I could be back home, cuddling with my perfect boyfriend, and everything could just be right?

I wanted to turn around and go home, I wanted to apologize…but would Donghae even let me back in? I treated him so poorly, so harshly. I was too busy being selfish, I forgot how sensitive and confused he gets.

I should've known never to have trusted Heechul and Kyuhyun, especially Kyuhyun. Why did I ever think he would ever just leave us alone? In a way, this wasn't just my fault, it was his, too. If he'd just kept his mouth shut and left Donghae alone, then I would be home snuggling with my fishy right now, instead of being stuck in the middle of this mess.

I started crying harder and harder, until I really didn't believe there were possibly any tears left. I finally just rested my head on the wheel, and silently thought about what I'd done, and tried to think of ways for me to fix it.

(Donghae's POV)

I just stood there and watched him drive away. I stood there like an idiot, and saw his car turn a corner, heard his crying get quieter, felt my heart shattering to uncountable pieces. Like a rock, I stood there, instead of going after him, like I should have.

My body felt like lead, and it all felt unreal, but I forced myself to walk to the mud puddle and slowly and carefully pull his necklace out of the muck. It was so filthy, I couldn't even tell what was written on it.

I looked down at my own necklace in disgust. I don't deserve this, I thought, and I unchained it from my neck and but the two necklaces together in my fist. I looked around the pouring outdoors before heading back inside quietly.

Everyone was obviously still sleeping, so I had to be very careful. At least, until I got to my room.

I closed the door carefully behind me, but then immediately burst into tears against the door, unable to hold it in any longer. Everything Hyuk had said about me was true, and now he was gone and it was my fault. I curled myself up on my bed, ou necklaces still tangled in my fist.

I felt the grime and mud smearing all over my palm, but I didn't care. At the time, this was all I had that symbolized us, and our love. My eyes flew to the frames that were next to my bed, the pictures Hyukkie had gotten me from our first night together after we confessed our feelings for each other. I missed that, and it was only a couple weeks ago.

By the time I ran dry of tears, it was already eleven. My worried switch automatically paneled on…where was he?! He would never stay out this late, even if he was mad at me. Then again, he'd never been mad at me till then, so I really didn't know.

I felt myself drifting off to sleep, but I wouldn't allow myself sleep until I knew Hyukjae was home and safe. I pried my eyes open, and it was hard keeping them that way. All the crying had really made my eyes heavy, and I couldn't help letting them drift closed a couple of times.

After a while of this going on, I realized it was midnight and he was probably staying at another friend's house for the night. He was probably to disgusted with me to even look at me.

I still wasn't going to sleep until I saw him again. I knew it was late, but I had to do something, or I was going to lose it and have a real breakdown. I swear, the little panic attack from earlier would've been nothing on what could've happened!

I looked into my palm and found our necklaces, still together where they should be. Mine was well covered with grime too by now, and there were marks left on my palm from where they had been.

I stood up and walked to the door, not even bothering to brush myself off. I very quietly opened the door, and snuck through the hallway and living room and into the kitchen.

As expected, there was no one else in there. It was, after all, midnight. I didn't want to wake anyone, either, but I flipped on the light switch and very dim light filled the little room. Everything was so quiet…which just left me alone with my confusing thoughts again. Perfect.

As quietly as I could, I stood in front of the small sink and turned on the faucet - low, so as not to wake any of the other members.

I found the best metal soap I could find and poured a generous amount onto my slightly dirty palm. I started cleaning off the necklaces as best I could, but I couldn't distract myself enough to stop the tears from still pouring down my face.

I was in the process of scrubbing the grime and mud off the metal when two very warm and familiar arms wrapped around my waist from behind and a head that smelled distinctly like strawberries laid on my shoulder.

(A/N: YAY HAPPINESS! Haha so obviously you can kind of tell what's happening. I can't wait to write the next and, I believe, final chapter for this story! Its gonna be fun but sad because I really liked writing this story. ANYWAY, please REVIEW I thirst for it! Also if you have any ideas but don't want to write, just leave it in a review and I'll try to see what I can do!)