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chap-5: weight of goodbye🪽

Y/N POV:

I opened the cab door and I was done with this relationship but I don't know  I wanted to see him again just for once, just his red eyes watching me telling me to stop but it's too late.

A/N POV:

He watched as you opened the cab door and got in, the sight of you leaving him for good tearing at his soul. He wanted to reach out, to grab your arm and beg you to stay, but he knew it was pointless. He had lost you, and it was his own damn fault.

As the cab pulled away, taking you further and further from him, he collapsed onto the floor, the weight of his regret and loneliness overwhelming him. He couldn’t believe he had let you go, letting his own damn ambitions and stubbornness get in the way of the love you had given him.

You looked at the ring mark a constant reminder of your love the memories you both shared. But for now it is just a harsh memory you don't wanna face at least not now.

Y/N POV:
 
You reached your old apartment where you started from. You paid the cab driver and took a deep breath and opened the cab door.

"So here we go again nothing has changed much".
I look around a bit and feel something I find but still something is void in me.

My gaze fell on the ring mark again it hurt so much like a sharp needle.

"I don't know how to get rid of this".

A/N POV:

You took a deep breath and walked through the gate, a wave of nostalgia washing over you as you entered the building. The place hadn’t changed much - the same old plants, the same familiar scent, the same old memories.

"Same old same old"

You sighed and took a deep breath. You turn around and look at your apartment watchmen mr benzo.

"Oh hello mr benzo how are you?"

You smiled at him and walked towards him with a polite smile.

The old, wrinkly Watchmen, Mr. Benzo, looked up at you with a smile as you approached.

"Well if it isn’t the most beautiful face in Deepspace..."
he said in his croaky voice, winking at you.

"You missed me?"

You Wink at him and laugh

Mr. Benzo chuckled, his eyes crinkling with mirth.

"Miss you? How can I not? You’re the prettiest thing to walk through these doors in a long, long time..."

He replied, playfully ruffling your hair.

You shake your head and a bitter smile appears on your face.

"You're not going to ask me how I came back after a year"

Mr. Benzo’s smile faded slightly, sensing the bitter undertone in your words. He looked at you with concern, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"No need to ask, is there...?"

he said gently, a knowing look in his eyes. It was obvious you hadn’t returned under pleasant circumstances, but he didn’t pry, respecting your privacy.

As you nodded, your gaze slowly drifted downward, your eyes fixating on the floor. The silence between them thickened, unspoken words hanging in the air. It was clear there was more on your mind, but the weight of the moment held your voice at bay.

Mr. Benzo watched silently as you nodded, his heart heavy with sympathy. He knew it wasn’t his place to pry, but he couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern. He had seen you grow up from a young girl, watched you as you blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Seeing you hurt and in pain was like a knife through his heart.

He wanted to say something, to offer a word of comfort or support, but he knew sometimes silence was the kindest response.

You smiled softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze once more. The warmth of her expression contrasted with the tension that had moments ago.

"Oh,"

You said, your voice is light and casual as if trying to ease the mood,

"my apartment keys, please."

Your eyes lingered on him expectantly, the brief pause carrying a quiet intimacy, as though the simple request meant more than it seemed.

Mr. Benzo nodded, understanding your silent request to not dwell on the past. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, handing them to you with a small smile.

"Here you are, my dear. Same old room as before,"

He said gently, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and support. He couldn’t change the past, but at least he could make sure you had a place to rest your head.

You smiled politely, extending your
hand as the old watchman held out the keys. Your touch was gentle as she took them from his weathered fingers, careful not to rush the moment.

"Thank you,"

You said softly, your gaze was warm but distant, still lost in your own thoughts.

The watchman nodded, acknowledging you with a quiet respect, while you slipped the keys into your pocket, your mind already elsewhere.

You walked down the hallway, the familiar surroundings bringing forth a flood of memories from the past. The same old potted plants, the same old peeling paint on the walls, the same old creaky sound of the floorboards. It was a strange mix of nostalgia and melancholy, seeing the place that had once been your home for so long.

As you walked through the neighborhood, you found yourself greeted by familiar faces. The elderly couple living on the bottom floor smiled at you, a young mother playing with her toddler in the courtyard, a group of kids playing on the street corner... It was a strange mix of familiarity and detachment, seeing these people who you had known for so long yet felt like strangers now.

You took a deep breath and walked up to your old apartment door. You inserted the key into the lock and turned it, the click of the latch echoing through the hallway. As you slowly opened the door and stepped into the room, you were hit with a wave of nostalgia that nearly knocked the breath out of you. It was exactly the same as you had left it, the memories and objects frozen in place, like a snapshot of a moment long gone.

You sat down on the cold floor, a bitter smile crossing your face. It was true, there was a coldness to the room, an emptiness that mirrored the coldness in his eyes. It was a stark reminder of what you had left behind, the memories and pain that still lingered in the air like a ghost.

You got up and slowly walked over to the windows, pushing them open to let in a fresh breath of air. The cool breeze blew into the room, rustling the curtains and bringing with it the sounds of the city below. It was a nice change, a small reminder that life continued even in the midst of pain and heartbreak.

You opened up the suitcase and pulled out the dried roses, their once vibrant colours now faded and brittle. With a small pang of bittersweet nostalgia, you placed them in a vase, trying to ignore the irony of putting an object that represented love into a container filled with the memories of a lost romance.

"Now you're not unnoticed"......

Pov's:

His eyes were like fresh roses loveable, admirable, noticed and her eyes were like dried roses ignored,dull, unnoticeable.📜🩷

Note:

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