Room Mate

Kyuhyun:

It all started in Prague…

I spent the last week of my summer vacation in this unfamiliar city, keeping my mind off all the stress from school. I never wanted to become a teacher. I always showed my utmost desire on Arts: be it painting, singing, dancing, playing musical instruments, acting in plays… But my parents somehow managed to push me to study Education at the very last minute, and I could see that they turned out to be so guilty about it, knowing that I usually spend twice the effort and the time reviewing my lessons. As my prize for managing to keep my grades up while doing things which are out of my league, they gave me this week-long vacation. They said they will give me the freedom, provided that I join them first on the planned European trip before that. I smiled and silently thanked my girlfriend, whom they haven’t met yet. Her name is Song Hye Gyo, and she was the sweetest girl I’ve ever met.

Unlike me, she was able to stick to her dreams. She took up Theater Arts because acting was her passion. She was the one who helped me go through all these. She encouraged me to study well without compromising my dreams and interests. As time went by, I realized that she was the one for me. She will be the girl I will grow old with. Someday, I will make her known to my parents.

I was strolling around the Prague Castle one afternoon, enjoying every scenery and works-of-art that I came across with. The sun had begun to set, and a flock of doves assembled nearby, gobbling on bread crumbs and seeds thrown by tourists. The place was just so romantic, and the fresh air and falling leaves just added to my judgment. It made me miss my girl friend more. I was too absorbed with my situation that it took me a long while to realize that I was holding something significant and special: it was a violin that I bought from one of the vintage shops in town. I bought it for her because I knew how much she wanted to have one, and it suits her personality: beautiful, classic, rare. I got it from its case and started to play a particular classical music that I often hear in my subconscious everytime she’s around. People would mistake it as a sad music, but I see it as a song of love and promises. My eyes shut as I hit a particular melody, and I spent the rest of the song remembering all the significant  things about us: the first time I met her, the first time we dated, those times when we make love, the times we argue and make up for it… everything at all.

I opened my eyes when the music was over, and then I saw her face. I smiled as her dainty floral pink dress flowed as she walked. She seemed to be happy and free just like me. I continued staring dreamily at that space, and then realized that that same space wasn’t empty at all. She was really there. I wasn’t just daydreaming. My heart thumped. What could she be doing here? I didn’t even tell her about my stop-over in Prague! I hid excitedly hid behind a tree, waiting for her to come closer. I smiled as she walked closer and thanked God for giving me wonderful surprises such as this.

A petite, white-skinned guy walked towards her side. He wears the same kind of smile like her, must be because of their identical heart-shaped, pouty lips. I assumed that they are siblings. But how come she never mentioned him to me before?

He kissed her lips all of sudden, and they both smiled that identical smile that they share. My assumption had been answered: they are not siblings. I felt so shattered. How could she cheat on me?! I tried to fight the urge to show myself and do things that might make me regret in the end, but I showed up anyway. They were still holding hands while enjoying the romantic atmosphere of Prague, while she was leaning on his shoulder and obviously saying sweet nothings to him, I walked towards them. I saw the panic in her eyes, like she was thinking of the best excuse just so she could get away of the situation. I walked past them, refusing to acknowledge any word that would come out from her mouth. That was the last time I saw of her… with that guy who was totally oblivious with the situation. Before the end of my now sad trip, I learned that they were getting married, and that the guy’s name is Lee Sungmin. I felt like a complete asshole for allowing myself to be cheated like that! All this time, she had been faking our relationship? It hurt so much. And what’s worse was that no one was there to comfort me about it.

Just a few weeks after, as I was reading the news paper, I read that Song Hye Gyo, Lee Sungmin’s fiancée, died in a hit-and-run accident.

Sungmin:

It hurt so much, to the point that I wanted to take my own life. Song Hye Gyo was my childhood sweetheart, and both our families have always been supportive of our relationship. They even helped me set-up the gimmick for my wedding proposal. She already said yes to me, everything’s been going perfectly fine, but how could things go wrong?! We just agreed to meet one day to buy her wedding dress, and she died before my very eyes. She was hit by a car as she was crossing the street. I should’ve been the one who died. I should’ve been the one who crossed the street towards her! If only I have known that it would happen. If only I could turn back time…

My entire being stopped working even months after her death. I moved in a new place, away from my family and friends. I shut myself down from the reality, from anyone who would remind me of that one thing that happened but would never happen again. I shared a place with three unfamiliar people, who introduced themselves as Shindong, Yesung and Ryeowook. It took me more than a month to begin trusting them and talking to them. When they mentioned that they already heard about the sad news pertaining to me. Good thing I didn’t have to relate all the bad things that happened anymore. Shindong would always try to comfort me with his funny antics and with food, while Ryeowook and Yesung would try to check on me from time to time (although it usually ends up them checking out on each other)