𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭.
This book is dedicated to the shippers of 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝑺𝒉𝒖, 𝑴𝒊𝑴𝒊𝒏, and 𝒀𝒖𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏 ♡
| Date Started: August 9, 2020
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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: This story contains strong language and...
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The morning light streamed through the window, painting a gentle glow across Shuhua's face. She stretched, a familiar ache settling in her chest. It was a dull ache, a constant reminder of the emptiness that had become her new reality.
She reached for her phone, her fingers instinctively scrolling through the familiar routine. Check for messages. No surprise there. Empty. Just like every morning for the past three months.
The ache in her chest tightened. It had been a habit, a comforting ritual. Every morning, a good morning text from Soojin would arrive, followed by a good night message before she drifted off to sleep.
Every Saturday, a handwritten letter would appear in her mailbox, filled with Soojin's flowing script, recounting her week and expressing her love.
Now, the mailbox was silent. The phone remained stubbornly blank.
Shuhua sighed, the weight of her disappointment heavy on her shoulders. It wasn't that she was angry, not really. Just...empty. Like a part of her had been ripped away, leaving a gaping hole that no amount of time could seem to fill.
She went through the motions of her day, her work, her interactions with friends, all feeling a little muted, a little less vibrant. The world seemed to have lost its color, as if someone had turned down the volume on everything.
She tried to fill the silence. She picked up her guitar, the strings humming a lonely tune. She tried to write, but the words wouldn't come, the ink refusing to flow from her pen. She even tried to distract herself with mindless scrolling, but even the endless stream of information couldn't drown out the quiet ache in her heart.
The silence was the worst part. It wasn't the absence of Soojin's physical presence that hurt the most, but the absence of her voice, her laughter, her words. The absence of her love.
One Saturday, Shuhua found herself standing before her mailbox, her hand hovering over the brass handle. It was a ritual, a desperate hope that somehow, miraculously, a letter would appear. But she knew, deep down, that it was futile.
She closed her eyes, the familiar ache in her chest a constant companion.
She missed Soojin.
She missed her more than words could ever express.
But then, a thought crossed her mind. Maybe, just maybe, this silence wasn't the end. Maybe it was a beginning. Maybe it was time to listen to the silence, to learn to find peace in the quiet spaces within her heart. Maybe it was time to rediscover herself, to find her own voice again, even without Soojin's constant presence.
She took a deep breath, a new resolve hardening her gaze. She would learn to live with the silence, to find beauty in the quiet spaces. She would honor Soojin's love by living a life full of joy, even without her physical presence.
She turned away from the mailbox, a small, fragile hope blooming within her.
Maybe, just maybe, she could find her way back to the light, even in the absence of her soulmate.
