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In a garden hidden in the city of smeraldo bursting with shimmering flowers, he hid his face from the world, haunted by secrets and his own insecurities. One night, a bold girl slipped into his garden mesmerized by the blooms, making her steal n...
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His heart was still heavy from the events that had transpired. The weight of the truth he had kept hidden for so long bore down on him, suffocating him in ways he could no longer ignore. He had been living behind a mask for years and yet, the moment he saw her, everything had changed. For the first time, someone had seen the real Jimin and instead of turning away in fear, she had protected him, offering him kindness, respect and something he had never dared to dream of care.
Her quiet grace, the way she never judged him despite knowing his insecure self, had broken something inside of him. It was as though all the walls he had built around his heart had started to crumble, piece by piece. Every time she looked at him, every time she spoke, it was as if his heart beat faster, as if it couldn't keep up with the rush of emotions that surged through him. He wanted to protect her, to shield her from the pain he knew so well, but he also longed to hold her, to tell her that she was everything he had ever wanted. The way she had stayed with him, even after seeing the man he truly was, made him feel like he could finally breathe again.
But even as his heart soared with the love he felt for her, he couldn't shake the fear that had settled deep in his chest. He had been alone for so long, hiding behind his mask. To reveal himself fully to show her the truth of his face seemed impossible. But now, in the stillness of the garden, surrounded by the fragrant scent of flowers and the soft rustling of leaves, he realized that he couldn't keep hiding anymore. He needed to tell her. He needed her to know the truth.
She had been changed by the events that had unfolded. The weight of the truth that had been revealed to her seemed to sit heavily in her heart. When she had first met him, she hadn't known the depth of the secrets he carried, nor the pain he had endured. But as the days had passed and as their time together had grown, she had begun to sense it the sorrow, the isolation, the loneliness that he tried so desperately to hide. It hurt her deeply, to know that someone so kind, so full of love, could be burdened by such a heavy, invisible weight.
She had felt herself drawn to him, wanting to reach out and give him everything he had ever wanted, everything he had ever needed. She couldn't help but care for him in a way that was both terrifying and beautiful. She wanted to love him, to erase the pain that haunted him, but it seemed that the more she cared for him, the deeper the distance between them grew. She wanted to know him fully, wanted to offer him the love he deserved. Still, she felt shaken by today's events. It's late at night, she's weak and she doesn't know why.
The gentle breeze brushing against their skin, she felt a quiet resolve settle within her. She had to know him. She had to understand him. She had to give him all of herself, even if it meant facing her own fears.
They stood in the garden now, alone with their thoughts, the world around them silent as they faced each other. The air was thick with the unspoken words between them, the emotions they hadn't dared to voice until this moment. He felt the weight of his mask, the truth of who he was, bearing down on him as he tried to hold himself together. He could feel her gaze on him, gentle but insistent, as if waiting for him to speak, waiting for him to open up.
