Just as TOP, Daesung and Taeyang had vanished the rain started to fall, Seungri would have quickly run inside but...
he just sat there, letting the rain fall on him until he was soaked, he didn't care. Ji eun had just said he should let her go, to let the only one he ever loved go. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, or whas he feeling at all. Was this what Ji felt when Ally broke up with him? If it was... if this was the feeling of a broken heart then... then how could Ji hide it. It was like his heart was being ripped out of his chest over and over again.

Seungri hadn't even noticed the tears falling down hes face, he couldn't care les about it. He slowly got up and started to walk, he didn't really know where but it didn't matter. Every Time he tock a step his ankle screamed out in protest but he didn't notice the pain.
After aimlessly walking around for over an hour Seungri found himself at there home. Ha walked in without even thinking but just as he was about to open there apartment door Taeyang's words echoed in his head, 'I don't want to see you around Ji!'
Seungri lowered his hand and just look at the door, he wouldn't get any help from them, they hated him and maybe they was right... He hadn't thought about how Ji would feel when he found out about Ji eun...

Seungri sank down against the wall beside the door, he wondered if they were worried about him. It was almost 1 am... would they even care where he was... would they look for him? Why would they... who was he really to them... just a shoulder to cry on? Someone to go to when they needed help? He had always been there, always trying his best to make everyone happy.. but when he needed someone to tell him everything was going to be okay he was alone... had he ever really been something more then a shoulder to cry on to them... had he always been alone?

He shivered in the cold air and pulled his legs closer to his chest. The world around him seamed dark and cold. He wasn't sure what he should do, his brain told him to go in or he would get sick, but his broken heart told him to run away, to just let everything go...
but in the end he just sat there, to tired and cold to even move, his ankle started hurting more and more but he was so cold he could barely feel it.

He couldn't tell how long he had been sitting there but it felt like weeks but i could as wall be seconds. The only thing he could feel was the cold and his aching heart.
He couldn't understand what was going on around him, maybe he was somewhere between sleeping and awake..

he could hear a door open but he wasn't sure if it was near or far away, he heard someone talking or maybe shouting. He felt someone take his hand or maybe it was just his imagination. Voices keeps echoing around him but he couldn't see anyone. In Fact he couldn't see anything, everything was black.

Notes

Sorry this one is a bit short but i hope you like it, please comment what you think!