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𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃
❛ of glass hearts and
cold glances ❜
𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 often wears a smiling mask — because silence, after all, is easier than explanation.
even the purest light fades beneath the weight of time.
y/n sighed deeply, her hands still gripping the snow-white steering wheel of her lamborghini.
the engine had long stopped humming, yet she stayed motionless, resting her forehead on the back of her hands, knuckles pale from pressure.
it wasn't just exhaustion — it was a kind of ache no rest could cure.
guilt.
it gnawed at her insides, silent and cold.
not being able to smile like before, to laugh freely, to joke around with her friends — friends who were more like brothers — made her feel hollow.
the absence of those moments weighed heavier than she liked to admit.
and the reason?
her.
no, the version of her she had become.
the crises she had faced had carved out the softness in her, leaving behind something unrecognizable.
she missed the girl she once was.
before the storms came,
before life changed her so deeply,
before her heart learned to beat around sharp edges and hidden bruises.
it wasn’t just her habits or her speech that had shifted.
her mentality changed.
her personality twisted.
and maybe, just maybe — her soul too had been scarred.
the kind of change no mirror could reflect properly.
with yet another sigh — one among many — she finally stepped out of the luxury car and into the quiet sanctuary of her home.
night had already draped itself over the world, the soft hum of the kitchen lights catching her attention as she passed by.
her unnie and mother were making supper, their voices soft and familiar.
y/n didn’t pause.
she slipped past them silently, like a shadow, unnoticed or maybe pretending to be.
in her room, she pulled on a set of comfortable clothes, tying her (h/c) hair into a loose braid.
her movements were quiet, rehearsed.
when she stood before the mirror and looked into her (e/c) eyes, all she saw was emptiness.
even her reflection looked tired of pretending.
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