What if, when you missed every chance to confess your feelings to him. After college, you suddenly lost contact and started your career, locking your love in your heart for years.
Then, one day, fate brought you both back together, meeting him as y...
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I woke up and didn't find her. Panic set in. I expected her to be here, knowing my state. She can't leave me, she won't leave me. I mumbled this mantra over and over, walking to the washroom.
Flicking on the light, I took a quick bath, splashing water on my face, trying to shake off the dread. Looking into the mirror, scenes from earlier moments replayed in my mind like a haunting slideshow.
Realizing something, I rushed out of the washroom and searched frantically around the room until I found it—the diary, partially hidden under the bed sheet. Grabbing it, my fingers traced over her name on the cover.
The first page was a dedication to my life, to Kiwi. I hit my head, trying to remember when I had written this, but the handwriting was undoubtedly mine. It meant Yn was always a special person to me. As I continued reading, tears welled up in my eyes. I fought to keep them at bay, not wanting Mom and Dad to check on me. Each page bore her kisses.
Undoubtedly, I loved Yn in the past. But why did I choose Seri? The clues were all there. I laughed, a bitter sound, at my rash decisions.
I took my phone to call Yn but stopped, knowing she would think I wanted her only because I rediscovered my feelings through this diary. I decided to give her some time. She was exhausted too. I resisted the urge to go to her.
Then I reached the last page of the diary, where I had made my decision. The words were filled with helplessness and vulnerability as I chose Seri and apologized to Yn. Reading it broke my heart into pieces.
And there, at the bottom of the last page, was her question:
— If you felt so trapped and weak, why did you crush the only soul that would have died to save yours? I would have torn myself apart, shred every piece of me, just to set you free, my love !
Her words cut deep, making it clear that I was the one who had abandoned her. The immense guilt tore me apart inside. My head pounded painfully, prompting me to reach for a painkiller. I buried my face in the pillow, seeking relief from the headache and trying to gather myself to do what needed to be done.
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