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The rain fell in a steady rhythm, each droplet tapping against the window like a melancholic melody. In the dimly lit room, Dokyeom sat alone, his thoughts as turbulent as the storm outside. He stared at his phone, the screen illuminating his troubled expression. Messages remained unanswered, calls went ignored, and the silence grew heavier with each passing moment.

Y/N, his heart whispered, the name etched into his soul like an unbreakable bond. They were once inseparable, her laughter filling the air with warmth and her love weaving dreams into reality. But now, the space between them felt insurmountable, filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

Dokyeom's fingers trembled as he typed out another message, pouring his heart into every word, hoping against for a response. But the only reply was the echo of his own longing, bouncing back to him in the empty silence of the room.

Memories flooded his mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of what once was. The way Y/N's smile lit up the darkest corners of his world, the way her laughter danced like music in the air, the way their hands fit together perfectly as if they were always meant to be intertwined.

But somewhere along the way, the music had faded, replaced by a deafening silence that threatened to consume him whole. He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when everything fell apart, when their love became a distant echo of what it used to be. All he knew was the ache in his chest, the emptiness that gnawed at his soul with each passing day.

Outside, the rain continued to pour, a somber symphony that mirrored Dokyeom's heartache. He closed his eyes, willing the tears to stay at bay, but they spilled over nonetheless, tracing paths down his cheeks like silent witnesses to his pain.

Hours stretched into eternity as Dokyeom sat alone in the darkness, lost in a sea of regrets and what-ifs. He longed to reach out, to bridge the chasm that had formed between them, but fear held him back, the fear of facing rejection, of confronting the harsh reality of their fractured love.

But as the night wore on, a sense of resolve stirred within him, a flicker of hope amidst the despair. With trembling hands, he picked up his phone once more, his heart pounding in his chest as he composed a final message, laying bare his soul in a last desperate plea for reconciliation.

And as he hit send, he prayed for the echoes of silence to be replaced, if only for a moment, by the sound of Y/N's voice, a melody that once brought him solace in the midst of the storm.