The first few months of Kristel's time in Paris were a whirlwind of excitement and discovery. She thrived in the vibrant art scene, her creative spirit blossoming under the tutelage of renowned artists. She made new friends, explored the city's hidden gems, and felt a sense of purpose she hadn't experienced before.
But as the weeks turned into months, a subtle shift began to occur in her relationship with Kyou. Their daily video calls grew shorter, their texts less frequent, their conversations less heartfelt. The distance that once felt like a temporary hurdle started to feel like an invisible wall, separating them.
Kristel found herself consumed by her studies and her new life in Paris. She was busy with classes, exhibitions, and projects, leaving little time for anything else. Kyou, on the other hand, was struggling to cope with the changes in their dynamic. He missed Kristel's presence in his life, her laughter, her warmth. He felt a growing sense of loneliness, a feeling that deepened with each passing day.
One evening, as Kristel sat in her apartment, sketching a portrait of a street performer, she received a text from Kyou. It was short, almost curt, and it made her heart sink.
"Are you still there?" it read.
Kristel felt a pang of guilt. She had been neglecting Kyou, focusing on her own life, her own dreams, her own world. She realized that she had been so busy chasing her own ambitions that she had forgotten about the person who mattered most to her.
She tried to explain, to reassure him, but her words felt hollow. The distance between them had become a chasm, filled with unspoken anxieties and unspoken fears.
"I'm sorry," she texted back, her fingers trembling slightly. "I've been so busy. I miss you too."
Kyou didn't reply. His silence hung in the air, a weight on her heart. She felt a wave of sadness wash over her, a realization that their communication had broken down, leaving them adrift in a sea of unspoken words.
She tried calling him, but his phone went straight to voicemail. She sent him a series of texts, expressing her love, her remorse, her longing. But he didn't respond.
The next day, Kristel spent the entire day worrying about Kyou. She felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach, a sense of dread that grew with each passing hour. She knew she had to do something, to fix this, to bridge the chasm that had opened between them.
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