But i wasn't a liar ✔️[ENG ver]

Part 45

Part 45

Hyunjin hadn't slept at all. The night had stretched endlessly, filled with tears that refused to stop and a pain that seemed to carve itself deeper into his chest with each passing hour. As pale morning light filtered through his curtains, he mechanically prepared for school, moving like a ghost through what used to be his normal routine.

"First day of school without you"

The thought echoed dully in his mind. No one prepares you for this - for how ordinary life continues even when your world has shattered. For how you're expected to function when the person who made everything brighter is suddenly gone.

The walk to school felt longer than usual. His feet dragged against the pavement as if weighed down by invisible chains. When he finally reached the gates, his breath caught. That familiar spot by the wall stood empty. No playful grin, no teasing "Good morning, rich boy" ringing in his ears. Just silence.

A gentle touch on his shoulder startled him. "Good morning."

Yeji stood beside him, her normally bright eyes shadowed with dark circles, the redness around them betraying her own sleepless night. Hyunjin quickly wiped at his own damp cheeks, embarrassed to be caught in his grief.

"Let's... go inside." Her voice wavered slightly, the forced cheerfulness doing little to mask the pain beneath.

Hyunjin nodded mutely. Together they walked through the gates, stepping into a world that felt wrong somehow - like a photograph with its colors slightly faded, everything familiar yet irreparably changed.

The heavy silence of Yuna's darkened room was broken only by her muffled sobs. Curled into herself on the cold floor, she clutched her knees tightly to her chest as if trying to physically hold together the pieces of her broken heart. The tray of untouched meals outside her door had been piling up for days.

"Please," she whispered into the emptiness, her voice raw from crying. "Just come back, Lee Know. Please."

A gentle knock interrupted her grief. "Miss Yuna?" The servant's voice carried through the door. "I've brought fresh food... please, won't you eat something?"

Silence. The servant waited, pressing an ear against the door, but heard only the faint sound of crying. With a resigned sigh, she carried the untouched tray back downstairs.

In the dining room below, Mr. Hwang's fork clattered loudly against his plate. "Still refusing to eat?" he demanded, his voice tight with frustration.

The servant shook her head. "She won't even open the door, sir."

"That girl will be the death of me!" Mr. Hwang exploded, slamming his fist on the table. The china rattled in response.

Mrs. Hwang placed a calming hand on her husband's arm. "She just needs time, dear. Grief takes—"