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Broken

You and Heeseung had always been more than just business partners; you were once inseparable. Both powerful CEOs, your lives were intertwined with success, but your love had slowly become a casualty of ambition. The balance between work and relationship had always been delicate, but lately, the cracks were impossible to ignore.

The argument began like many others—small disagreements that snowballed into something bigger.

"You're always too busy for me, Heeseung!" you snapped, throwing your hands in frustration. "We hardly ever spend time together anymore. It’s just work, work, work. Where do we fit in this mess?"

Heeseung’s jaw clenched, his tone cold yet defensive. "I'm doing this for us! You think I like the constant pressure? But we have a responsibility to our companies. You know that, don't you?"

"You've been saying that for months!" you shouted, voice trembling. "But we’ve become strangers. This isn’t just about business anymore. It’s about us, about the fact that I can’t remember the last time we sat down and laughed, or even spoke without tension hanging in the air!"

Heeseung’s face softened for a moment, but the frustration was still clear. "What do you want me to do? Quit everything? Walk away from the companies we've built?"

"No!" You clenched your fists. "I never asked you to give it all up. But I can't keep doing this, Heeseung. I need more than just your empty promises. I need you—your presence, your time, your love. I can’t be the only one fighting for this."

Heeseung stayed silent for a long moment, and when he finally spoke, it was with a quiet desperation. "I didn’t want to hurt you. But this… this isn’t what I planned either. We’ve changed."

And there it was. The truth that neither of you had been willing to acknowledge until now. Your once vibrant love had withered under the weight of expectations, leaving only hollow echoes of what used to be.

"I think it's time," you whispered, your voice breaking. "We can’t keep pretending, Heeseung. We’re not the same people we were before. This… it’s broken."

His eyes widened in shock, but you could see the sorrow in them, a mixture of regret and resignation. "So that’s it? You’re really giving up on us?" he asked, voice strained.

"Yes," you replied, your heart shattering as you spoke the words. "I’m done. We both deserve to be happy, even if it means apart."

With no more words left to say, Heeseung turned and left, the door closing behind him with a finality that echoed in your soul. You sank into the chair, feeling the emptiness engulf you.

After some time, your eyes wandered to the desk, where a photo frame stood proudly. It was a picture of you and Heeseung, taken during a rare vacation—a day when everything felt perfect. Both of you were smiling, carefree and happy, as if the world around you didn’t matter. The photo symbolized a time when love was easy and full of promise.

You reached for the photo frame, your fingers trembling as you held it in your hands. It had always been a reminder of the good times, the ones that felt real. But as you gazed at the photo, a strange noise made you look down. The frame had slipped from your hand, crashing to the floor, and the glass shattered in a thousand pieces.