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Chapter 32 - Reset

Taehyung's POV

I don't know how long I have been lying on this bed—probably two or three hours—but I have no energy to get up, nor can I sleep.

Thoughts of what happened a few hours ago kept rewinding, playing on an endless loop. Each memory, each moment, each word spoken or left unsaid circles through my mind, refusing to let me find any peace.

A lone tear slid down my left cheek, carving a damp trail across my face. I couldn't muster the energy to wipe it away. It pooled on my pillow, soaking into the fabric as if all my strength had drained away with it, leaving me feeling hollow and numb.

I'm not sure why I'm feeling so sad right now.

Deep down, I had always known that our time together would come to an end eventually. From the beginning, I understood that the connection we shared wasn't meant to last forever.

I always anticipated that she would eventually move on with her life. It was something I had prepared myself for, but now that it's happening, I can't believe how much it's shattering my heart.

My intuition was right all along.

I shouldn't have doubted my instincts or gone against my gut feeling. I knew there was no future for us, and that I was setting myself up for heartbreak. But even with that knowledge, the pain I'm feeling now is far greater than I ever anticipated.

All the signs were there: I was just a rebound for her. I understood this from the very beginning.

And I completely understand her situation; she wasn't fully out of her marriage. 

Her confusion is entirely understandable—after all, we're all human. It's clear that she would choose her husband, not necessarily out of love but perhaps out of a sense of duty or obligation.

 I truly believe she wasn't being insincere in any way towards me. She was genuine and never lied to me, not even once, not even at the end. She was honest from the beginning to the end, and I value that honesty, even when it was bitter. It saved us both from unnecessary drama and confusion.

But the realization that she used me, even if it was unknowingly, still felt like a stab to my heart.

How could she do that? How could she forget me all of a sudden? Wasn't it obvious that I liked her?

It had to be obvious; I was always honest about my feelings. I never lied or hid how much I cared for her. And after everything we went through, how could she still do this to me?

Was I not clear enough? Did I misinterpret her actions? 

The thought of being a rebound stings deeply. I turned into just a distraction, a mere side character in her love story with her husband.

I closed my eyes, struggling with my emotions. I can't even blame her. I shouldn't have shown interest in a married woman in the first place. It was never truly us from the beginning. It was always me, her, and her husband.

I hate that thought. I hate myself. It was pure infidelity, and I hate to believe that I became a part of it, even though I always knew deep down that this might be the case.

My throat tightened as I recalled the times we spent together.

Maya was the first woman to whom I pulled myself together and confessed my feelings. It wasn't easy for me. I had to muster a lot of courage, face my fears, and be vulnerable. Yet, despite all that effort, here I am, feeling betrayed and used.

I loved her. I really loved her. It wasn't just a fleeting crush or a passing fancy. It was deep and genuine. I imagined a future with her, built dreams around her, and believed in the possibility of us being together.