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I don't know how long I've been sitting here, beneath the unrelenting shower. The water streams down my face, mingling with my tears, and I’m lost in a sea of despair. The cold drops feel almost comforting compared to the burning ache in my chest, but even their touch can’t numb the pain I’m feeling.
Taehyung's words replay in my mind, each one a searing wound, a constant reminder of the love I lost. His voice, filled with hurt and betrayal, cuts through me with a sharpness that feels like it’s tearing me apart from the inside. I’m drowning in regret, in the weight of his anger, and in the crushing realization that I’ve shattered the one thing that meant everything to me.
The memory of punching him haunts me. I can still see his stunned face, his disbelief, and the hurt in his eyes. He was always the one who took care of his wounds with a stoic silence. I was the one who bandaged him, who tended to his pain, and now I’ve added to it. The thought of him in pain because of me, a pain that I can’t soothe, is almost too much to bear.
Every sob wracks my body, each one a testament to the shattered future I never wanted. The life I dreamed of with Taehyung is now a distant, cruel joke. The reality I’m trapped in, with Jungkook’s claim pressing down on me, feels like a nightmare that I can’t wake up from. The love I had, the dreams we shared, are all crumbling around me.
I feel like a hollow shell, a ghost in my own life. The man who was my everything, who understood me in ways no one else could, is now a painful echo in my heart. Jungkook’s words, his assertion of dominance, feel like a cruel mockery of the life I wanted. Every moment with him is a reminder of what I’ve lost and what I am now forced to endure.
My tears are relentless, each drop a testament to the depth of my sorrow. I can’t escape the reality of my situation, can’t escape the feeling that I’m trapped in a life I never chose, and that the person I truly love is slipping further away from me.
I try to hold on to some fragment of hope, but it’s slipping through my fingers like water. The weight of Jungkook’s claim and Taehyung’s hurt are too much to bear. My heart feels like it’s been torn into pieces, each one a painful reminder of the love I’ve lost and the life I never wanted.
