a girl, that knows nothing of feelings. not only that, but her body is also suffering greatly.
not knowing that she was being ruled by emotions on a rollercoaster of passion, while the desire for more, more of the many beautiful feelings she feels f...
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As Nabi stepped through the door to her apartment, the day’s events weighed heavily on her. She leaned against the door for a moment, closing her eyes and taking a shaky breath. Her chest tightened almost immediately, and she winced, pressing a hand against her sternum as the familiar pain flared up.
She’d been doing her best to ignore it all day, but now, in the quiet of her home, there was no escaping it. The tightness in her chest was like a vice, making every breath feel like a struggle. She moved slowly to the couch, sinking down and clutching a pillow against her chest as if the pressure might somehow alleviate the pain.
Her mind raced with everything that had happened—the tension with Sunoo, Jungwon’s confession, the Ferris wheel. It was all too much. She squeezed her eyes shut, her breaths shallow and uneven as she tried to calm herself.
The operation can’t come soon enough, she thought desperately, her hand trembling as she reached for the water bottle on the coffee table. She took a sip, hoping it would help ease her discomfort, but the ache in her lungs persisted.
Nabi pressed her palm against her forehead, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. The day had drained her completely, physically and emotionally. She hated how her illness made everything harder, how it made her feel weak when all she wanted was to live normally.
She closed her eyes again, trying to steady her breathing, but the pain in her chest made it nearly impossible. Each shallow breath only added to her frustration, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Why does it have to be like this?
Her phone buzzed on the table beside her, the screen lighting up with a message from Sunoo. She reached for it hesitantly, her hand shaking slightly as she unlocked the screen.
"Hey, are you okay? I know today was a lot. Just wanted to check on you."
She stared at the message for a moment, her emotions swirling. Part of her wanted to tell him the truth, to let him know how much she was struggling, but another part didn’t want to burden him further. He already had enough to worry about, especially after everything that had happened today.
Taking a deep breath—despite the sharp pain that accompanied it—she typed out a short reply.
"I’m fine. Just tired. Thank you for checking on me."
She set the phone back on the table, closing her eyes again as she leaned back against the couch. Her body ached, her chest throbbed, and all she could do was hope that the operation would come soon. Maybe then, she thought, she could finally breathe freely again—in every sense of the word.
Sunoo sat on the couch in Jungwon's living room, his arms crossed loosely as he leaned back, watching his friend with a careful expression. The apartment was quieter than usual without Jungwon’s grandmother bustling around, leaving just the two of them. Jungwon sat across from him, his leg bouncing slightly—a rare sign of his nervousness.
