From Darkness to Light: A Mafia Love Story

Crumpled Resolve(28)

"Your pet is dead," I said bluntly, still staring out the window, my words laced with a bitterness that even surprised me.

As I stare out the window, lost in a world of quiet pain, Jungkook flinches, his heart twisting at the sound of my cold, detached voice. Shock and hurt flicker across his face, raw and unmasked.

"W-what do you mean, pri-princess? What are you... talking about?" he stammers, his voice breaking as he tries to reach me, his only anchor slipping further from his grasp.

I keep your gaze on the city lights, silence stretching between you like a chasm. Jungkook shifts uneasily, his eyes never leaving me, desperation written in every tense line of his body. He steps closer, his voice low, pleading, as if afraid his words will break me further.

"Pet," he says, almost a whisper, "please talk to me. Please, don't go cold on me like this."

A bitter laugh escapes my lips, but it's empty, devoid of the warmth he used to bask in. "You went cold on me when I begged you to at least listen." My voice is like ice, cutting through the stillness. "Now, I have nothing left to say to you."

He recoils, as if struck, the weight of my accusation sinking in. His face twists with pain as he tries to stammer a response. "I... I didn't mean to—"

"But I mean every word I said," I reply, my voice resolute and detached, my eyes fixed on the night sky. The coldness in my tone seems to tear him apart, each word chipping away at his defenses.

Jungkook's face is a portrait of remorse, guilt pooling in his eyes as he steps closer, helpless. "I messed up, I know that. But please, don't shut me out like this, pet. You're so cold and detached."

Silence hangs heavy between you, and he watches, desperate for any sign of forgiveness. His hands shake slightly, fists clenching as if restraining the urge to touch my. "Please, my little one. You're scaring me. I'm worried about you. You're acting like a... like a machine."

A quiet chuckle slips past my lips, devoid of humor. "You treated me like a machine. So I became one."

His breath catches, as though I've taken a swing at his chest. Struggling to maintain his composure, he pleads again, his voice faltering. "I didn't mean to treat you like a machine... I didn't mean to make you feel like you weren't human. I made a mistake, I know that. But I care about you, my little one. You have to believe me."

A beat passes, heavy and oppressive. "Some mistakes have destructive consequences," I murmur, finally looking at him. The darkness in my eyes shakes him to his core. "Isn't that what you said when I tried to escape?"

Jungkook's expression crumples as the memory washes over him, searing him with guilt. He looks down, shame suffusing his face, unable to meet my gaze. I turn away, the barest whisper slipping from my lips.

"Now bear the consequences."

Desperation swirls in his eyes as he steps closer to the bed, a raw edge to his voice. "Please, pet. Don't shut me out like this. Give me another chance to make things right. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

I look away, voice soft but unwavering. "I begged you once to give me space to figure things out. I would have accepted you willingly... respected you as my husband. But you ruined everything, Jungkook. Including me."

Jungkook stands there, lost for words, and the silence grows heavier as he watches me retreat further into myself. When he can't bear it any longer, he takes another hesitant step closer.

"Please, my little one," he whispers, voice raw with emotion. "Please... look at me."

Without a word, I curl up tighter, resting my head on my knees, eyes distant. The sight breaks him, his hands balling into fists as he fights the urge to reach out, to touch me, to take back every cruel moment that brought us here.

"Please... just talk to me," he murmurs, voice barely a whisper. "Just give me a word, a glance, anything. Give me a sign that you're still in there, somewhere."

He holds his breath, waiting, but all I give him is silence. The quiet stretches on until he can't bear it, his chest aching with each breath.

Finally, I break the silence with a voice colder than winter. "Your pet died the moment she vomited blood and said all those things before passing out."

He freezes, the impact of my words hitting him with brutal clarity. He struggles to find his voice, the weight of my words crushing him. "No... don't say that. Don't say that, pet. You can't mean that."

My gaze remains fixed on the darkness outside. "You treated me like a toy," you say, voice devoid of feeling. "And toys don't have emotions."

Jungkook's face twists in pain as my words tear into him, his voice breaking as he tries to explain, to reach me. "That's not how we saw you. We didn't mean to treat you like an object."

I only shake my head, the hurt in my expression momentarily surfacing. "But your actions did."

He nods, the realization of his mistakes washing over him like waves, drowning him in regret. "I know," he whispers. "I know that I hurt you... and I can't take it back. But that doesn't mean I didn't care for you. That doesn't mean I don't love you."

I exhale, each word measured, final. "I don't need a love that costs me my life."

Jungkook's world crumbles as the weight of my words crashes over him. His voice breaks, desperate. "Please, pet. I never wanted you to pay that price. I never wanted you to sacrifice your life for my love."

He falls silent, watching me, a painful realization settling in—he might have already lost me.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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