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J.Y.H | Radio of Silence PT.2

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Y/N had always been a woman of determination. From the moment she decided to pursue a career in journalism, she had thrown herself into her work with an unrelenting passion. But after Yunho's disappearance and the years of anguish that followed, Y/N found herself spiraling into a dark abyss of depression. Her friends had noticed the change in her long before she did, but they had given her space, hoping she would eventually heal. However, when her once vibrant spirit became a shadow of its former self, they knew they had to act.

"Y/N, we're really worried about you," her friend Jihyun had said one evening, her voice thick with concern. They were sitting in Y/N's tiny apartment, the one that had become increasingly cluttered with piles of unwashed dishes and old newspapers. Jihyun looked around the room, her heart breaking for her friend. "You haven't been the same. It's been years... Yunho wouldn't want you to live like this."

Y/N didn't answer. She couldn't. She sat on the couch, staring blankly at the radio, which was playing in the background. It was an old habit she couldn't break—leaving the radio on, hoping to hear Yunho's voice again, even though she knew deep down it would never come. She had long since stopped crying, her tears replaced by a hollow numbness that consumed her.

"We've found a place," Jihyun continued carefully. "A hospital in London. They're known for treating people with... with what you're going through. They can help you, Y/N. Please, let us help you."

At first, Y/N resisted. The thought of leaving Korea, leaving everything she had known, was terrifying. But deep down, she knew Jihyun was right. She couldn't go on like this. The empty days had turned into empty years, and the weight of her unresolved grief had grown too heavy to carry alone.

"I'll go," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Jihyun looked at her with a mix of relief and sadness.

"We'll help you pack," Jihyun replied, squeezing Y/N's hand.

The day Y/N left for London was overcast, with a slight drizzle that seemed to mirror her mood. As the plane ascended into the sky, leaving Seoul behind, she looked out the window and felt a mixture of fear and sadness. She was leaving behind not only her home but also the last pieces of her old life with Yunho. But maybe that was what she needed—distance. Time to heal.

The hospital in London was a sprawling campus, nestled on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't a sterile, cold place like she had imagined. Instead, it was warm, welcoming, and full of greenery. The staff greeted her with kindness, but Y/N still felt uneasy. This was a place for people who were broken, and while she knew she was broken, admitting it to herself was a painful step.

Her first therapy session was with Dr. Eleanor Martin, a soft-spoken woman with gentle eyes and an air of calm about her. The room they sat in was filled with light, the sound of rain tapping softly against the window.

"Y/N, I want you to tell me about him," Dr. Martin began softly. "Tell me about Yunho."

At the mention of his name, Y/N's chest tightened, and she felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. She hadn't spoken his name aloud in so long, afraid that doing so would make the pain sharper, more real. But this was why she was here, wasn't it? To face the pain head-on.

"He... he was everything to me," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. "He was my friend, my partner. We worked together at the same company. I never thought I could love someone as much as I loved him."

Dr. Martin nodded, encouraging her to continue.

"We were so close," Y/N continued, her voice thick with emotion. "I used to bring him food when he overworked himself. I worried about him constantly. And then... one day, he was just gone. He left to work abroad, and I never heard from him again."