Fragile Moment

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I had a good cry writing this chapter 😅

it took me 2 days to fully finish this chapter, but don't be mad at me for this one it's a little detailed so hehe.

a hurt-comfort chapter for you all!

but i hope you will like this one!

happy reading, everyone! 💓

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The tension in the flat had been suffocating for days. Every room seemed to echo with unspoken words, with frustration that was never fully addressed. The boys, usually full of energy, had become distant, their faces hard with the weight of their own emotions.

Y/N had tried, desperately, to lighten the mood. But each time she attempted to bring them back together, it only seemed to drive a wedge further between them.

It all started during rehearsal, a simple disagreement escalating faster than any of them had anticipated. They were all stressed, exhausted, and running on fumes from weeks of non-stop work. They each said things they didn't mean, but instead of backing down, they fought harder, louder. Frustrations were thrown everywhere, but more towards her than they intended to.

Y/N had tried to mediate, stepping between the boys and making lighthearted jokes, suggesting a lunch break, maybe a quick coffee. But nothing she did seemed to bridge the gap, and when the arguments finally died down, she was left standing in the center of the storm, feeling smaller and smaller.

The words spoken in anger echoed in her mind: words that blamed her for things beyond her control. In the heat of it all, Y/N had found herself the target, and when it was all over, they were left with no resolution—just silence. She had retreated and tried to let them sort it out, but the silence between them stretched for days. The distance became unbearable, the words unsaid far more painful than the ones that had been shouted.

That's when she began questioning her place in the band.

Sitting alone on the couch, Y/N stared at her phone, the screen glowing back at her. She hadn't been able to sleep the night before, tossing and turning with the weight of her thoughts. She had written a message, a draft to management, and it sat there now, staring back at her as though daring her to make the decision.

She could feel the strain in her chest as she reread the words: 

I would like to schedule a meeting tomorrow regarding my position in the band. I've been reflecting on my position, and I feel that I no longer fit in the way I once did. I don't want to burden anybody else with my unwanted presence.

Please advise on the next step, as I will willingly follow through. Thank you.

- Y/N Roberts

The words stung more than she expected. It felt final, like walking away from everything she had ever known. But what other choice did she have? It had been too long since she felt truly needed, since anyone really saw her, and the thought of sending it almost felt like a relief. But also terrifying.

"No... no I can't." Her thumb hovered over the send button, but she couldn't bring herself to push it. She wasn't ready to walk away, but what was left for her if things didn't change? She stared at the message, her heart heavy, her chest tight.

A deep exhaustion clung to her, one that wasn't just physical but emotional too. She couldn't hold on to this any longer. She just wanted to disappear.

But as she sat there, barely blinking, the door to the flat opened, and one by one, the boys entered. The moment their eyes landed on her, their expressions darkened. They had seen the draft. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. The tension in the air thickened.

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