Mr.Neighbour || Hendery of NCT FF

Chapter 5: Reflections in the Dark

Y/n sat on the edge of her bed, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the familiar posters of their childhood scattered across the walls. Each one whispered memories of laughter, mischief, and the unbreakable bond she shared with her twin sister, Ivy. But tonight, the room felt heavy with an absence that clawed at her heart.

Ivy had always been the fiery one, the girl with a relentless spirit and a mischievous glint in her eye. They had dreams of escaping their small town together, of making their mark on the world. But life had a cruel way of twisting plans. When Ivy was taken too soon, those dreams were buried under the weight of grief and regret.

It was a year ago today that Ivy had fallen ill. They had fought together through the darkest times, but in the end, Ivy was gone, leaving Y/n to face a world that felt unbearably dull without her. They had always shared everything—friends, secrets, and even their deepest fears. Yet one secret loomed over them like a dark cloud: the desire for revenge against those who had wronged them.

It had started with a cruel prank in middle school, orchestrated by a group of popular girls who had made Ivy's life hell. They had tormented her for years, and Ivy had sworn that one day, they would pay. Y/n had felt the fire of revenge igniting within her too. But as they grew older, that fire became a mere flicker, overshadowed by the pressures of school, friendships, and the responsibilities that adulthood brought.

"I should have done it with you," Y/n whispered to the empty room, her voice cracking. "We were supposed to do it together."

Ivy had wanted to confront them, to unleash all the anger they had bottled up over the years. But in the midst of Ivy's illness, those plans had faded away, overshadowed by hospital visits and whispered prayers for recovery. Y/n had hoped that Ivy would get better and that they would have the chance to reclaim their strength together. But hope had slipped through her fingers like grains of sand.

As the clock struck midnight, Y/n's phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. A message from an old friend brought memories flooding back—a reminder of the girls who had tormented Ivy. They had moved on, living their lives without a care in the world. The thought ignited a spark deep within her.

Fueled by a sudden surge of determination, Y/n grabbed her jacket and headed out into the night. The air was crisp, and the streets were quiet, but her heart raced with adrenaline. She walked to the park where they had spent countless summer evenings plotting their future. But tonight, it would be different. Tonight, she would make a choice.

Arriving at the spot where they used to meet, she closed her eyes and imagined Ivy beside her, urging her to act, to take control of her own narrative. The world had taken Ivy, but it wouldn't take away the power Y/n still held. She pulled out her phone and typed a message to the group that had once made Ivy's life miserable, a message that simmered with unspent fury.

The glow of the screen reflected in her eyes as she typed, "Remember us? Ivy and Y/n? You thought you could get away with it forever."

She hesitated, her finger hovering over the send button. The darkness within her wavered, the weight of consequences looming large. But as the memories of Ivy flooded back—the laughter, the dreams, the fiery spirit—she felt Ivy's presence pushing her forward.

"I'm doing this for you," she whispered, pressing send.

The moment felt electrifying, yet a heavy sense of dread settled in her stomach. Would this truly bring her peace? Would Ivy be proud? A storm of emotions whirled within her as she waited for a response, each second stretching into eternity.

Hours later, her phone buzzed with replies. The girls, once so full of bravado, now sounded anxious, defensive. The power dynamics had shifted. With each message, Y/n felt her resolve strengthening.

As dawn broke, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, Y/n understood that revenge was not just about punishment; it was about reclaiming her own voice. She had finally taken a step for Ivy, for herself. The pain of loss would never fade, but through this act, Y/n felt Ivy's spirit with her, urging her to keep moving forward.

"Together," Y/n whispered, knowing that while Ivy was gone, their bond would never be severed. She was ready to embrace her past and build a future that Ivy would be proud of. And perhaps, in doing so, she could find a way to heal.