Shadows of desire || SVT ||

(96) Hurting Themselves

After Mingyu left, Yuri wandered into the garden, where the chill in the air wrapped around her like a shroud. She sighed deeply, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. As she sat on a bench, a lone tear escaped, trailing down her cheek.

"I feel lonely..." she whispered to the quiet surroundings, her voice barely above a murmur. The flowers, vibrant yet silent, seemed to mock her solitude. Each petal that danced in the breeze reminded her of the warmth she craved, the connections she longed to strengthen.

She thought about the love she poured into each of them—Mingyu’s teasing, Dino’s warm smiles, the way Joshua always seemed to see right through her. They were her lifeline, yet at this moment, they felt so far away. Would they ever understand how much she cared? Would they see the lengths she was willing to go to drown herself in thier love?

With every passing second, doubt crept in. DO they see her as just another girl? Would they even notice the tears that fell for them? She blinked rapidly, trying to fight back the tide of emotion threatening to spill over.

Why did love have to be so complicated? Her heart ached with the realization that, despite her efforts, she still felt like an outsider looking in. Maybe I’m just too much for them, or not enough...

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the sky, the clouds drifting lazily overhead. "But I won’t give up," she continued, her resolve hardening.

With renewed determination, she wiped away the tear, standing tall as she embraced the chill, knowing she would fight for her place in their hearts.

But someone was watching her from afar, his heart aching at the sight of her sadness, standing in the shadows of the garden, torn between the urge to rush to her side and the reality that held him back. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms, to tell her how much he missed her, but something stopped him—a mix of confusion.

His heart ached as he recalled the moments they had shared, the laughter, the deep talks, the way her smile could light up the darkest days. He knew he loved her the most, thar his feelings ran deeper, but he also understood the complex bond they all shared with her. Each of them was right in their own way, yet stuck in the wrong time, navigating a tangled web of emotions that seemed impossible to unravel.

As he watched her wipe away her tears, he felt a surge of protectiveness. “Why can’t I just go to her?” he thought, frustration building inside him. “She needs me.” But he hesitated, afraid of complicating things further.

Watching her in pain felt unbearable. He yearned to close the distance, to hold her close and wipe away the tears he couldn’t stand to see. “I’ll always choose you, Yuri,” he silently vowed. But as he remained frozen in place, he couldn’t help but wonder if that was enough. Would she ever truly know the depth of his feelings, or would she remain blissfully unaware of the heart that beat only for her?

On the other side, someone watched Yuri from the darkened confines of his room. The curtains were drawn tightly, the air heavy with unspoken words and a deep-seated longing. Only the window provided a glimpse of the outside world, framing her fragile figure as she sat alone, lost in her thoughts.

He had vowed that until she came into his room, he wouldn’t light it up again. Since the day she left, the darkness had become his constant companion. The shadows felt like a shroud, wrapping around him as tightly as his heartache. Every corner of his room was a reminder of her absence—of the laughter they shared, the moments that felt so alive, now extinguished.

He watched her from afar, his heart heavy with regret and longing. “What are you thinking, Yuri?” he wondered, his heart aching at the sight of her. “Do you know how much I miss you? How empty everything feels without you here?” The memories of their shared moments haunted him, each laugh, each shared secret echoing in the silence of his darkened room.