[ COMPLETED ]
" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm trace...
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VESTA'S POV
"Taehyung-"
"You couldn't wait for me ? You couldn't trust me to make things right?" His voice was sharp, cutting through my ears like a blade. "After everything we've been through, after all the times I've shown you how much I love you, you couldn't wait?"
I shook my head, trying to speak, but he didn't let me.
"NO." he snapped. "You promised me. You promised you'd be with me, that we'd fight together. But now-now, you're just running away."
"I'm not running away, Taehyung," I choked out through sobs, my voice barely audible. "I'm trying to protect-"
"Protect who?" he interrupted. "Yourself? Your family? What about me, Vesta? What about us? Did you ever stop to think about what this is doing to me? Or did you just decide that your father's approval was more important than our love?"
"Taehyung, please, it's not like that. I love you, I do, but-"
"But what?" he spat, his face inches from mine. "But you couldn't wait? You couldn't trust me to figure this out? You let your father's threats, his manipulations, get in your head to a point that you're- you're marrying someone you don't love."
I flinched at the harshness of his words. He was right. I had let fear dictate my actions. But it wasn't that simple. It never had been.
"I didn't have a choice-"
"There's always a choice," he shouted. "You just didn't choose me."
I had chosen my family's expectations over him, over us. I had let fear win.
"I thought you loved me." he continued. "I thought- I thought what we had was real. But maybe I was wrong about everything."
"No, Taehyung, please-" I reached for him, but he pulled back, jerking away from my touch before I could hold him.
"You are everything to me, Vesta," he whispered, glaring into my soul. "I gave up everything for you. I fought with everyone, including my family, because I believed in us. "
Tears streamed down my face as I stood there, helpless. I wanted to say something, anything, to make it right, but the words wouldn't come. The guilt, the shame, it was too much.
"You don't even care." Taehyung muttered. "You say you love me, but when it comes down to it, you'd rather please your father than fight for us. I was a fool to believe we had a future."
His words shattered the last bit of resolve I had. I crumpled, sobbing, but Taehyung just stood there, watching me with a cold, distant expression. The warmth, the love that had once been there-it was gone, replaced by something dark and unforgiving.
His gaze dropped to my hand, where the ring he'd slipped onto my finger still gleamed. His jaw clenched, and without a word, he reached out, grabbed my hand, and yanked the ring from my finger.
