The morning was quiet, an unsettling calm settling over the inn room as Y/N finally forced herself to move. Her limbs felt heavy, weighted by a sorrow so profound it had almost become physical, anchoring her to the spot. But the pull to keep going—the lingering of Taehyung's last wish—urged her to gather what little strength she had left.
As she gathered his belongings, her hand brushed over a small, folded piece of parchment tucked under the edge of his pillow. She froze, her breath catching as she picked it up, her fingers trembling as she opened the note.
In Taehyung's familiar handwriting, the words seemed to reach out to her, raw and tender, each stroke carrying the essence of him, his heart laid bare on the page.
"Even if I can't be yours in this lifetime... I'll love you for a thousand lifetimes more."
Her eyes blurred as she traced each letter, the words sinking in slowly, painfully, until they filled her entire being. It was as though Taehyung's spirit, his love, had transcended the limits of this world, reaching out to her one last time, to comfort her, to assure her that their bond was something eternal.
Tears slipped down her cheeks, quiet and unrelenting, as she clutched the note to her chest. "A thousand lifetimes," she whispered, her voice breaking. The thought was too much and yet somehow not enough. How could she bear to live even one day without him, let alone a thousand lifetimes?
But his words echoed in her mind, filling her with a bittersweet ache, a reminder that he had loved her deeply, selflessly. Taehyung had believed in a love beyond time, a love that would endure beyond pain, beyond death.
She closed her eyes, the memory of his laughter, his voice, his warmth filling the emptiness within her. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "I'll find you, Taehyung. In every lifetime, I'll find you... and I'll love you just as fiercely as you loved me."
Outside, the morning sun began to pierce through the clouds, illuminating the room in a gentle glow. She pressed the note to her lips, as though it were the last remnant of him she could hold onto, a promise she would carry with her forever.
Gathering her things, she carefully folded the note and tucked it close to her heart. As she walked out of the room, leaving behind the last traces of their love, she felt the first stirrings of hope. Somewhere, somehow, she would see him again, and in that moment, the world would right itself once more.
Until then, she would live for both of them, bearing the weight of their love with quiet strength, carrying his memory like a flame, lighting her way through the darkness.
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A Crowned Heart
Romance"I was born to protect you, but somewhere along the way, I forgot that I was never meant to love you. If I could give you my heart, my title, my very soul, I would-just to see you happy. But in the end, all I can offer is my sword and a love that mu...
