"there are no survivors, only echoes of our twisted love."
In the aftermath of a painful breakup, Taehyung struggles to cope with the memories of his lost love. As he grapples with overwhelming emotions, he tries to escape it with the consistent ro...
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The room washed with the flickering hues of the morning sunlight. He stirs, his slim frame unfurling as he stretches his arms. A sigh escapes his lips that carried the weight of countless sleepless nights.
A soft bark echoes from beneath the blanket, and a small figure emerges—a ball of fur. "Good morning Yeontan," Taehyung murmurs, as his hand caresses the dog's head. "Did you sleep well?" The dog lets out another bark in response , Taehyung smiles at that.
"I didn't." He adds and laughs to himself.
His gaze lingers on the space beside him, an ache settling in his chest. Time had twisted a curtain of memories that attached itself to each and every corner of his room, each with a bittersweet longing.
It had been two months.
Two months since her presence graced his life. His fingers roamed across the shirt beside him. He picks it up, bringing it closer to his face. The shirt held her fragrance.
"It still smells like you," he finally utters, his voice echoing in his empty house.
What went wrong?
He ponders if there had been a moment, a situation which altered their course. He believed that they could have overcome it, that their relationship is unbreakable.
He believed blindly.
And oh, how he deeply misses her. Always thinking about her.
If there was a way right back to her, he'd do it in an instant.
He rises from the bed, about to start his never ending morning routine. He heads to the bathroom to freshen up and change his clothes.
He settles onto the sofa, a hand holding a cheese sandwich, and the other with a remote as he flips through TV channels, waiting for something interesting to catch his eye. It might take a while, but he doesn't really mind. Taehyung's life has been pretty mundane ever since she left. He got used to it, really.
Finally, he spots something interesting—a movie, perhaps a romantic one? He takes bites of his sandwich while becoming more absorbed in the tension of the scene—a woman's anguished cry pierces the air as her mascara trails down her cheeks.
{{ "Franz, can't you understand? I've fallen out of love," she screams, her emotions raw and unfiltered. }}
{{ The man stares back, a mix of anger and desperation in his eyes. "You're wrong. I know you better than anyone. You can't just stop loving me. You still do, deep down." }}
{{ Tears well in her eyes, frustrated by his reaction. "I'm telling you, I have fallen out of love. Please, just let me go. I tried to explain it as gently as I could, but you refuse to see anything but what you want." }}
