Destinado a ti (Fayeyoko)

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Hello (: dear reader who has taken the time to read this story. I am new to this, but I love writing, so thank you for your patience. Unfortunately my studies are preventing me to update as I would like, so I will try to be a very short story, soon there will come a very exciting part <3.

Pd: After this story, I will disappear a long time from this platform. So I probably delete this account, which is temporary....

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On the way home, Faye felt a tightness in her chest, a strange and unknown weight that was becoming thicker and thicker. As I drove through the deserted streets, barely lit by the dim lights of the streetlights, every thought, every feeling began to intertwine into something that I could hardly decipher. It was like a forgotten sensation that now returned, a spark I thought extinguished since I was just a teenager.

That intensity, those sneaky looks that say too much, the sighs and flirts that make it all vibrant and new. But why now? Why, just when she had built such high walls and cemented such a firm barrier, did this feeling disarm her so easily?
The answers were not going to come that night. I knew it. And though she was tempted by the urge to explore that new feeling, fear still invaded her. The fear of losing, being exposed and hurt. To feel defeated again by emotions that I could not control. But there was something about her that she whispered that this time it might be different. Maybe, just maybe, the risk was worth it.

When he arrived home, he felt the loneliness fill every corner in the dark. In other times, that loneliness had comforted her, but now she was wrapped with a different weight, as if she no longer felt so at peace with it. He let out a long sigh as he entered the living room and for a few minutes stood there in silence, listening to the echo of his own thoughts. She reflected on her life, the decisions that had led her there and what she really wanted for her future.

After a few moments, he went to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of wine and poured the liquid into an elegant glass. But this time, the wine was not to be lost in his thoughts or to drown out memories. No. It was a farewell, a goodbye that I had not wanted to face, but that night felt necessary.

With renewed determination, he rose up, going through every corner of the house, one step at a time. He watched every photograph, every framed memory of moments he ever shared with his ex, Lux, the person he once called the love of his life.
Without hesitation, Faye took a large bag and, one by one, began to remove every photo, every little souvenir that flooded the walls and shelves of her home.

From the days when they were just friends to the times when their love blossomed, everything found its place in the bag. He walked the hallways, the living room, and finally his room, removing every vestige of that past relationship. At the end, it felt strangely peaceful. It was a closure. It was as if he were claiming a space in his life that had previously been occupied by the shadows of a broken love.

But in the silence of his renewed home, a lingering thought still loafed in his mind. An image. A smile. A soft laugh that had begun to light up their days and weaken their defenses.

That new girl in his life, Yoko, who unknowingly had begun to touch a fiber no one else had reached for so long. Could their barriers fall at the warmth of Yoko? Could that "little hamster" who made her laugh so much, without realizing it, get through the walls he had worked so hard to build?

Love is a capricious force, an invisible connection that slips between the defenses of those who do not want to be reached. It can't be explained; it just feels. And Faye knew that, however much she tried to put words into it, this feeling was beyond any logical or scientific explanation.

It was something I had to allow, even if that meant facing all the fears and risks I had held for so long.
After that emotional purge, the tiredness of the day finally caught up with her. He decided to go to the shower to relax, hoping that the warm water would calm the whirlwind of thoughts still haunting his mind.