The Only Star Of My Sky 💫

I thought I was getting better

Warning: This chapter contain heavy emotion, self doubt, violence, depression.

If you are sensitive regarding this topic skip this chapter.

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Dunk, stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene before him, tripping over his own feet.

Finally, Dunk's face broke into a sheepish grin as he rubbed his sore head, trying to play off his awkward entrance. "I, uh, bought dessert..." , his eyes moved between Pond and Phuwin, who were still wrapped in each other's arms.

But then Dunk's grin turned sly, and he chuckled, "I guess you guys already have dessert covered, huh?"

Pond and Phuwin couldn't help but blush at Dunk's silly remark. They exchanged a glance, and Pond said with a smile, "I think we've got the dessert covered, but thanks for bringing some anyway!"

Dunk chuckled and held up a bag. "I brought your favorite chocolate cake! But I guess you'd prefer it if I had been a bit later."

Phuwin playfully rolled his eyes.

Dunk clutched his chest in mock hurt, "I never thought I'd see the day when my dessert would be turned away!"

"So you two have been dating for three years? Wow, I can't believe I didn't know, especially after living with you guys for so long!"

"Shiaa!! Wait, that means I've been the third wheel all along? How come you didn't drop any hints, that's mean?"

Phuwin chuckled, "It's too late to complain, you have been third wheel all along"

Dunk laughed, "Well, I guess it's too late now. I'll leave you lovebirds alone.

Just try not to be too loud........"

With that, Dunk dashed out of the room.

Phuwin threw a cushion at him and shouted, "Hey, Dunk, you're being a bit much!"

Dunk

"I can't believe those two have been dating for so long. How was I so clueless?" I thought to myself, shaking my head in wonder. Now, their constant bickering, closeness makes perfect sense. I couldn't help but smile.

"Buzz, buzz" -

a notification lit up the screen, and my smile faded instantly

It's true what they say: sometimes, just when you're the happiest, darkness creep in.

My gaze drifted to the mirror, Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I found myself obsessively rubbing at the faint remnants of old scars-both physical and emotional-that seemed to linger despite my best efforts to move on.

Since that incident, I can't bear to look at my reflection. Every time I glance in the mirror, those haunting marks are there, etched into my skin as if they've become a part of me. No matter how desperately I try to scrub them away, they stubbornly persist, a constant, reminder of what happened. I feel trapped, my own image tainted and distorted, as though I'm forever scarred and there's no escaping the evidence of that day.

I thought I was healing, but whenever I'm alone, all those insecurities, the marks, the fear, and the sense of betrayal come rushing back. The physical wounds have long since healed, but the mental scars remain, etched deep into my mind. They never seem to fade, haunting me even when everything else seems okay.