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"Fuck!" The expletive escaped your lips as you swept everything off the counter, items crashing onto the floor. Frustration and anger welled up inside you, huffs and inhales punctuated your emotional outburst, tears streaming down your face.
"What do I do now?" you muttered, biting your lip, frustration etched on your face. Gripping fistfuls of your hair, you let out a primal yell. "Just how worse can this go?" The rhetorical question hung in the air, your distress evident in every breath.
Ignoring the fallen items, you stormed off to your room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind you.
As you stood alone in the confines of your room, the weight of the situation bore down on you.
The walls seemed to close in as you paced back and forth, grappling with the reality of the ultimatum she had given. The tormenting thoughts echoed in your mind, each step intensifying the anxiety that gripped you.
"What am I supposed to do?" you whispered to yourself, frustration and helplessness intertwining in your voice. The makeup smeared by tears. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, catching a glimpse of the mascara-streaked face that stared back at you.
"That Naoya fucker," you seethed, the words escaping through gritted teeth. Anguish and frustration surged within you, and you clenched your hand so tightly that it drew blood. The pain was a physical release, in that moment, you didn't care about the stinging sensation.
Taking a deep breath, you focused on controlling the erratic rhythm of your breath for a few minutes. As you felt your body gradually steadying, a sudden wave of exhaustion hit you. Sighing heavily, you decided to go to your bathroom.
Inside, you took a moment to peel away the layers of emotional distress clinging to you. The cold water from the sink washed away not only the smeared makeup but also the remnants of the turmoil you had faced. Each droplet seemed to carry away a piece of the weight that had settled on your shoulders.
As you dried your face, you couldn't help but replay the events in your mind – it all felt like a nightmare that had unfolded too quickly. The room, though silent, echoed with the lingering traces of the emotional turbulence.
Gazing at your reflection in the mirror, you confronted the weariness that etched itself onto your features, with a sigh, you changed into more comfortable attire. "I'll just deal with this tomorrow" you mumbled as the soft fabric against your skin provided a small comfort.
DELICATE
"Let's break up," you uttered into the phone. There was a moment of silence, a pause that seemed to stretch, before laughter erupted from the other end.
"Oh my god, you're so funny, Y/n," Gojo said, his laughter filling the air. You bit the bottom of your lip, a mixture of frustration and resignation settling in.
"Not funny, Satoru," you groaned, attempting to convey the seriousness of your words.
"That was the funniest joke, babe. Also, I'm coming in an hour to pick you up," he said, seemingly oblivious to the weight of your statement.
"Satoru, please hear me out," you pleaded, but he brushed off your words with cheerful disregard.
"Go wear something pretty. I might take you on a date, or if you're tired, then it's fine. We can just eat at my place," he continued, spilling plans without a second thought.
"Satoru, that's not—" Again, he cut you off.
"Okay? I love you so much. Bye-bye, baby!" With that, he hung up, leaving you to groan in frustration. "Now, what? he's not even listening to me," you muttered, the weight of the impending decision settling heavily on your shoulders.
The next thing you knew, you found yourself in the heart of the park, with a sly grin on his face, he paid for something and hid it behind his back, approaching you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"For you," he declared, revealing a bouquet of three roses. A small smile played on your lips as you accepted the flowers, expressing your gratitude. "Thank you," you said, taking in the sweet scent of the blooms.
"If you like flowers, I can send you one every morning," Gojo offered, his tone light. You chuckled slightly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine," you replied, appreciating the gesture.
Then, the atmosphere shifted as Gojo broached the topic from earlier in the day. "About this morning," he began, his eyes searching yours. "Are you joking?" The question hung in the air, and you remained silent for a moment. You didn't want to inflict any pain, but the circumstances were tearing you apart.
"I don't know," you finally breathed out, uncertainty lingering in your words. Gojo took a seat beside you, leaning back with both arms on the upper rail. One of his arms found its way around your shoulder, a comforting gesture that stirred conflicting emotions within you.
"I won't allow you to break up with me," he said, his tone firm.
"I love you," Gojo continued, his grip on your shoulder tightening as if seeking reassurance. "We can work through whatever it is. I can't imagine my life without you."
You didn't reply, letting his words sink in.
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