high flying love ¦ lee jeno

ch ; 18

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You Can Feel it on the Way Home

The climb to her studio apartment above the cafe felt like an arduous trek through quicksand. Each step was a battle against the leaden weight in her chest, a suffocating pressure that threatened to consume her. Finally, she reached her door, fumbling with the keys before stumbling inside.

The shopping bags, filled with dreams of a new beginning, clattered to the floor, their contents scattering like forgotten promises. Yura barely registered the spilled flour and forgotten vanilla extract, her vision blurring as tears welled up in her eyes.

She stumbled into her room, collapsing onto the bed, her body wracked with sobs. The dam she'd built with such care had finally broken, unleashing a torrent of emotions that threatened to drown her whole.

Muffled sobs wracked her body, a torrent of emotions she'd bottled up for years finally finding release. Tears streamed down her face, hot and stinging, as she relived the entire ordeal, every word, every smile, replaying on a cruel loop in her mind.

Six years of love, laughter, and dreams played out before her eyes. Six years built on a foundation that, she now realized, had always been a little shaky. Kyubin, with his easy smile and gentle nature, had been her everything – her best friend, her confidant, her lover.

Memories flooded back – stolen glances in high school hallways, whispered promises under starry skies, late-night study sessions that bled into comfortable silences. Kyubin, the boy who had held her heart captive for years, the one person she thought she could build a future with.

They'd been through it all, from awkward teenage crushes to the comfortable routine of college sweethearts. Yura had poured her heart and soul into that relationship, believing they were destined for something more.

The breakup, when it finally came, hadn't been dramatic, just a quiet fading away of what once was. Their paths had diverged, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty, clinging to the wreckage of their broken promises.

She had clung to the belief that their love was an unshakeable fortress, a haven they would build together.

She cried for the naive girl who believed their love story would last forever, for the dreams they'd woven under the starry night sky, for the future that had slipped through their fingers like sand.

She resented him for making her believe, for giving her a love that felt eternal only to snatch it away. Why had he been so good to her? Why had he shown the happiness she deserve, only for it to end this way?

She resented him for being so good, so perfect, that she'd let him become her entire world, only to be left shattered when it all came crashing down.

But most of all, she cried for the present, for the realization that seeing Kyubin happy, seeing him move on, was a pain far more excruciating than she'd ever imagined.

As the hours melted into the night, the intensity of her sobs subsided, leaving behind a raw ache in her chest that mirrored the emptiness in her heart. Exhaustion eventually claimed her, pulling her into a restless sleep filled with fragmented dreams and the lingering ghost of a love that refused to die.

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a/n: I love angst? I genuinely love angst, so much. Like, who hurt me? No one, 'cause ya girl is single since she was born, lmao.

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