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𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖:ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞𝟘

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As the warm water cascades over her body, Amelia's thoughts swirl like the steam rising from the shower. She can't help but feel a sense of dread, knowing that today she must face Dohwan and tell him that she thinks it would be a good idea if she leaves the company. The warmth of the shower does little to ease the chill that has settled in her heart. She runs her soapy hands over her skin, trying to scrub away the anxiety that clings to her like a second skin. The scent of her favorite lavender body wash fills the air, a small comfort in the face of the storm occupying her mind.

Amelia steps out of the shower, her skin pink from the heat and her thoughts racing like a river after a storm. She wraps herself in a plush towel, the soft fabric offering a gentle embrace that she desperately needs. The floor is cold under her feet, but it grounds her as she pads over to the mirror, her eyes meeting her reflection. The woman staring back at her is no longer the girl who had first stepped into this home. She has grown, been tested by love and loss, and come out stronger on the other side. With a deep breath, she gathers her resolve and dries her hair, the motion a silent declaration of intent. Today, she will tell Dohwan the truth and face whatever consequences come her way.

Amelia walks into the office, the door clicking shut behind her with finality. The scent of fresh coffee and the distant murmur of the city outside the windows provide a small distraction to the thoughts running through her mind. She finds Dohwan staring at his computer screen, he looked like he was lost in space. The air in the room is thick with unresolved words, and feelings. She clears her throat gently, the sound cutting through the silence like a knife. "Dohwan?" She says, her voice trembling slightly. He turns to her, his eyes reflecting the weight of his own burdens. She takes a step forward, her hand reaching out to him, but pauses, unsure of her welcome. "Can we talk?"

Dohwan's gaze meets hers, a myriad of emotions playing across his face—sorrow, anger, regret, and love. He nods slowly, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. "Of course," he says, his voice low and measured. "I know what you're going to say, Amelia. I saw the picture." He stands, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. He downs it, the fire burning a path down his throat. "But before you do, I want you to know that I've always cared for you. And even though it feels like a part of me is dying, I'm happy for you." His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of doubt or regret. "Kook is my best friend. If he makes you happy, then that's all that matters." His voice cracks, and he turns away, his hand coming up to cover his eyes. "But, please, tell me why you chose him?"

Amelia's heart breaks a little more with every word Dohwan speaks. She can see the pain in his eyes, and it feels like she's wielding a sword, cutting through their friendship. She takes a deep breath, the scent of the whiskey and the lingering smell of his cologne in the air around her. "Dohwan," she begins, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's not that simple. It was never about choosing between you or Kook. It's about choosing what's right for me." She sits down, her legs shaking, the cool leather chair a contrast to the heat of her skin. "I love Kook for who he is, and what we have is... intense and all-consuming." She pauses, searching for the right words. "And with you, it's different. It's gentle, it's... safe." Her eyes fill with tears as she whispers, "But sometimes love isn't about what's safe. It's about what sets your soul on fire."

Dohwan sags his shoulders and thuds his hand down on the desk. His expression is a raging tropical cyclone of thoughts as he turns to face her. "Am I really just 'safe' to you?" His voice is tight with pain. "Is that all I am?" He walks over to the window, staring out at the city lights that seem to mock his misery. "What we had...it was more than just a good time. I felt a connection with you, Amelia. A spark that I thought could become something real." He grips the windowsill, his knuckles turning white. "But if your soul is on fire for Kook, then I can't compete with that."