Nobody's pov
"Was it really that difficult to love me?" She cried, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she managed to keep her temper. "You weren't," Moonbyul says, "but you were asking the wrong person." No one dared to speak in the unsettling silence that engulfed the room.
Everything and anything that needed to be said was suddenly stuck in mid-air. This was the end of whatever they had, and there was nothing that could be done about it. It's all gone; there's no longer a 'us,' just you.
Love was never easy, but once you've had a taste of it, you became addicted. You grew selfish, and it was no longer about love, but rather the concept of it that made you believe you were in love. And she was well aware that the older girl did not share her feelings.
She knew Yongsun would never be able to love her, but she clung to hope. She hoped the older girl would love her in the same way she loved her. But it was all a wild dream that would never come true.
The older girl was not difficult to love, but she was never made for Moonbyul. She could have reciprocated her feelings for her if she was, but Yong wants him. And Moonbyul was not him, and will never be him. Love had been so cruel to her.
How could her feelings for the older girl hold such grip over her? She yearned to be free of the strong love she had for the girl, knowing that it was the only option she had at the end of the day.
Byul knew what she needed to do, but could she go through with it? She was aware of the anguish her heart would experience; she would wake up knowing she had lost her, knowing she had to quit her one true love. But she should've known that selfishness was not her strong suit.
Because she knew Yongsun would never have the courage to end this, Byul had to be strong for both of them. She had a feeling the older girl would be in pain, or at least she hoped so. "Please take your eyes off of me so that I could leave. It'll be too painful to have you watch me leave knowing that you'll be with the one you truly love."
Yongsun sobbed because she knew the younger girl was right, but she lacked the courage to say so. So she closed her eyes and listened as Byul's footsteps approached the door. "Be happy, my sun." With that, the door opened and closed, and a piece of Yong was hurt but free.
Byul knew she'd made the right decision when she let go, but it had hurt her. She had to move on, but that was something she would never forget. She hoped to discover love again, but this time to hold on to it rather than let it go.
Letting go was always going to be a part of loving someone.
Hello everyone! How are you all doing? I just wanted to make this small sad Moonsun short story! I hope you enjoy it and I'm sorry if it's too sad but I felt inspired to write this and it's kinda personal. But anyways I hope you're all doing good! Have a wonderful night or day!
