Twice one-shots

Shredded pieces of love (michaeng)

Chaeyoung's art gallery was usually a sanctuary for her creativity, a space where her emotions could flow freely onto the canvas. However, today, it felt like a prison, each wall echoing with the memories of Mina. Chaeyoung had tried to move on, but her heart was still tethered to the past, to the love she once shared with Mina, a talented writer whose words had once been the light in Chaeyoung's life.

They had been inseparable, a perfect blend of artistic passion and literary brilliance. But as often happens, life had thrown them curveballs they couldn't dodge. Their differences, once charming, became points of contention, leading to explosive arguments and, eventually, their painful breakup.

Chaeyoung was left with a void that no new art could fill. She stopped painting for a while, unable to find inspiration. It wasn't until she stumbled upon a box of Mina's old love letters that an idea began to form. Each letter, though painful to read, held a piece of their story, a fragment of the love they once shared.

Without hesitation, Chaeyoung gathered all the letters and, with a heavy heart, began to shred them. The sound of the paper tearing was cathartic, each rip symbolizing the breaking of her heart. But Chaeyoung wasn't destroying these letters out of spite; she was creating something new, something beautiful out of the remnants of their love.

Over the next few weeks, Chaeyoung immersed herself in this new project. She meticulously arranged the shredded pieces of letters on a large canvas, forming the shape of Mina. It was a painstaking process, but with each piece she placed, she felt a bit more at peace. The final product was a hauntingly beautiful mosaic of their love story, captured in the silhouette of the woman who still haunted her dreams.

The gallery was set to unveil the piece at an upcoming exhibition. Chaeyoung was nervous but also excited. This piece was the most personal she had ever created, and she wasn't sure how it would be received.

The night of the exhibition, the gallery was packed. People marveled at the new piece, drawn in by the intricate details and the raw emotion it exuded. The buzz of admiration was deafening, but all Chaeyoung could hear was her own heartbeat, racing with anticipation and dread.And then, she saw her. Mina stood at the entrance, looking as ethereal as ever. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world faded away. Mina approached the piece, her expression unreadable.

"This is... incredible," Mina whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Chaeyoung nodded, unable to find her voice. The emotions were too overwhelming, the memories too vivid.

"Why did you do this?" Mina asked, turning to face her.

Chaeyoung took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling hands. "I couldn't let go, Mina. This was the only way I could make sense of everything, to turn the pain into something beautiful."

Mina looked at the piece again, her fingers lightly brushing the canvas. "It's... us," she said softly.Chaeyoung nodded again. "It's us. Every piece of it."

Mina turned back to Chaeyoung, a sad smile playing on her lips. "I never stopped loving you, you know. I just... didn't know how to make it work."

Tears welled up in Chaeyoung's eyes. "I didn't either. But maybe... maybe we can try again. We're both different now, maybe we can make it work this time."

Mina's smile grew, and she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Chaeyoung. "I'd like that," she whispered.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Chaeyoung felt a sense of hope she hadn't felt in a long time. They had both been shattered, but perhaps, like the art piece, they could be put back together, creating something even more beautiful than before.