(just a simple story, with fluff and romance and little bit traumatic)
"You are breaking my heart Sweetheart. I am immune to everyone's tears but not yours , you have got me ready to fall to my knees and beg you to tell me what I can do to make it...
"When will it be if I see you again and face to face ,I will look you in the eye and say I missed you."
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Author pov
The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a faint glow across the room. Yn stirred awake, blinking against the light as she sat up in bed. Her tiny apartment was still and quiet, the kind of quiet that felt peaceful, not suffocating. It was a stark contrast to the house she had lived in for so many years. The house she’d left behind the day she turned eighteen, with nothing but her books, her laptop, and the weight of her past.
The memories came flooding back, as they often did in the early hours of the morning. Yn had lost her parents when she was just five. A car accident, sudden and brutal, had taken them away from her in an instant. After that, life had never been the same. Her aunt, Nora, had taken her in, but there had been no warmth in that arrangement. Nora didn’t care about her—not really. She had simply taken on the responsibility out of duty, but to Yn, it always felt like she was more of a burden than a family member. Cooking, cleaning, chores—those had been her only roles in that house.
Her uncle, Peter, was a different story. Quiet and kind in his own way, he had always been careful not to show too much affection, not when Nora was around. But there were moments—small, almost invisible acts of kindness that had gotten her through the worst of those years. Like slipping extra food onto her plate when Nora wasn’t looking, or leaving her some money for school supplies when he could. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind her that someone cared, even if he couldn’t say it out loud.
When Yn turned eighteen, she knew it was time to leave. She had been waiting for that moment for years, carefully planning her escape from the cold indifference of her aunt’s house. Peter had been the one to help her—secretly, of course. He had slipped her the key to a small apartment not far from her college campus, along with enough money to get by for a while. It was the most affection he had ever shown her, and she hadn’t needed words to understand what it meant.
“I’m proud of you,” he had whispered that last night before she left, his voice low and cautious. Those words had stayed with her, giving her the strength to leave the only home she’d known since her parents died.
Yn swung her legs over the side of the bed, stretching as she stood up. Her apartment was small, barely big enough for her books, her computer, and the essentials. But it was hers. No more tiptoeing around Nora’s moods, no more forced silence at the dinner table, no more endless chores that left her feeling invisible. She had her own space now, a place where she could just be herself, without constantly being reminded that she was a burden.
The first few weeks living alone had been strange, but liberating. The quiet was hers to control. She could stay up late working on her code, eat whenever she wanted, and leave dishes in the sink without anyone saying a word. It was a freedom she had never known, and it felt like a taste of something she hadn’t even realized she was starving for.
