23.5 WHEN THE EARTH STOP SPINNING (Adult Version)

CURE FOR PAIN IS THE PAIN

Three weeks had passed since Sun had decided to give Ongsa the space she needed. The emotional uproar from their last encounter still lingered, but Sun felt a renewed determination to make things right. She had been reflecting on their relationship and realized she needed to take a step forward, even if it meant confronting her own pain.

Today, Sun was heading to the grocery store with a clear purpose: to cook a meal for Ongsa at her apartment. She hoped that preparing a thoughtful meal might help bridge the gap between them and provide a chance for a heartfelt conversation. The uncertainty of whether Ongsa had changed her apartment passcode or if she would even let Sun in weighed heavily on her. Despite this, Sun was firm. She was prepared to face whatever might come her way.

In the grocery store, Sun moved with a determined efficiency, selecting fresh vegetables, quality meat, and all the ingredients needed for a comforting meal. As she carefully chose each item, her mind raced with memories of the times she had shared with Ongsa—both the joyful moments and the painful ones. She hoped that the act of cooking and offering something she knew Ongsa loved would help in mending their fractured relationship.

With her bags full, Sun headed to Ongsa's apartment, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and hope. She arrived at the building, she had no way of knowing if Ongsa would be receptive, but she knew she had to try.

Sun took the elevator up to Ongsa's floor, each ding of the elevator seeming louder and more foreboding. When she reached Ongsa's door, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She felt the weight of the past three weeks pressing down on her, but she also felt a glimmer of hope that things could be repaired.

She knocked gently on the door, her heart racing as she waited for a response. After a few moments, no one is responding, she tried to open the door with the passcode she knew and the door creaked open, she breath in and out and as soon as she came inside, the whole apartment is dark means that Ongsa might be in the office though she checked with Prim earlier that she doesn't have any more schedule ahead and Ongsa told her that she might go home early.

Sun continues to walk in, trying to suppress her nerves as she set down the bags and started unpacking. The familiar surroundings of Ongsa's apartment brought back a flood of memories.

As Sun busied herself in the kitchen, preparing the meal with practiced ease, once the meal was ready, Sun carefully set the table, hoping that the act of sharing a meal might pave the way for a sincere conversation.

The door swung open, and Ongsa's eyes narrowed with a mix of surprise and irritation. Her gaze was cold and unwelcoming, a stark contrast to the warmth Sun had hoped to bring. "What are you doing here?" Ongsa's voice was sharp, her brows knitting together in annoyance.

Sun's voice was strained but determined. "I'm here to cook for you. I thought maybe we could—"

Ongsa didn't let her finish. "I will give you 10 seconds to leave my apartment right now, or I'll call the security!" Her tone was unyielding, her stance rigid.

Sun's heart sank at the harshness in Ongsa's voice, but she refused to back down. "Ongsa, please. Just let me explain. I—"

Ongsa's eyes flashed with anger, her face a mask of fury. "Didn't I tell you to leave me alone and never touch me again?"

Sun took a hesitant step forward, her eyes pleading. "Ongsa, I just want to talk. I need to explain everything to you."

Ongsa's expression hardened, a bitter smirk playing on her lips. "Do you even realize that I don't need any more explanations from you? I'm done with your excuses."