GOT7 - IF YOU DO

As always - long after midnight - she arrives without any explanation. The young man sitting in the dark corner of the room, waiting lost in time that the clock does not allow to pass. Totally lost in suspicions that start to pile up.

She left a purse on the red couch along with her scarf that mingles with the scarlet background and walks with her feet now stripped of white boots, without even looking to the sides. Act like no one else was there.

The guy follows her in silence. He's waiting for the words she has not said yet.

"An explanation, at least this time." "That's all he wants.  He can not wake up in the morning, and watch her act as if nothing happened.

She opens a refrigerator, but she does not get anything. A characteristic behavior precedent by boiling water. A kettle whistles, and she uses the tea she always takes before bed.

He looks out the window. Soon the sun wakes up, but now is when she is going to bad.

The boy expects her to finish all the liquid that occupies a mug tattooed with a sweet little girl. With the same smile she once had. The same smile that made him fall in love.

She puts a mug over a sink, and goes toward the bedroom. The guy stops a passage through the door, standing in front of her.

Another cold dawn, and another fight explodes.

The icy weather contrasts with the heat of the colors that cover a girl who remains indifferent to the guy's complaints, which requires an explanation.

He gestures. He screams. He hissed. But now he is begging.

"That's up to you, if I wanted to end it ... I do not care ... Do what you want ... It's not important to me ... I just want to sleep." - She says before leaving without any reason.

The guy returns to the darkness of the room, and throws himself again on the couch as red as what is in his veins. Then how few hours pass; the day is firm; and it awakens the sleep of the unjust. He could not close his eyes for a moment.

The cold morning gray sky combines perfectly with the climate inside the house walls of living colors. As alive as the exterior of his mistress.

She goes down the stairs. The flowery dress;  bracelets with cheerful tones;  the white boots; and the inseparable red scarf are trademark of its high-spirited look. An artist who is a perfect blend of spring and autumn. However, her interior diverges from the cheerful and welcoming personality at first sight. Her heart is the perfect representation of the cruelest winter you can imagine.

But suddenly, it does not matter anymore. Nothing happened. It is likely that the guy will no longer remember the fight reason.

He feels like an idiot. In fact, as always. For only a person with no  pride continuing a relationship like this: dangerous, far, suffocating, fickle, intoxicating ... However, what he would do without her? After all, what relationship is perfect?

The guy turns to say you have something important to talk, and once again the look appears on the beautiful face of the colorless soul girl. A colorless look that hides infinite truths, but that it does not hide the indifference.

By instinct of prey, he says “ I am sorry”. Throwing his body forward, the boy falls to his knees in front of her.

A smile appears on her lips covered by the red lipstick like the scarf on her neck. But the curve on her lips is not captured by the boy's eyes. He is facing the ground. To her feet. Totally regretted by the explosion of insecurity.

Then the boy raises his face. His eyes meet hers. But now she does not smile anymore. Her colorless eyes are covered with water. Tears.

"__We need to talk." She says, just as a tear slides down her knife.

A lonely empty tear.