She was a happy and cheerful teen. He was a cunning and ruthless, who had been hunting her elder sister for years. She wanted to make him pay for what he did to her sister. In search of the suspect she discovered shocking secrets and hidden truths t...
"Why do we close our eyes when we pray, when we cry, when we kiss, when we dream; because the most beautiful things in our life are not seen but felt only by the heart."
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But as the days turned into weeks, the weight of his decision bore down on him relentlessly. Taehyung had always been strong, resilient even in the face of heartbreak, but this was a different kind of pain—a quiet, gnawing ache that refused to leave him alone. Every smile he forced felt like a lie, and every attempt to move forward seemed to drag him further into the depths of his memories of you.
He replayed his silent vow to let you go, to leave you to the happiness you had claimed to find without him. But those words, even in his mind, felt hollow. He didn't want to let you go, yet he knew he had no choice. He had spent years chasing the ghost of you, but now it was time to stop.
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One night, sitting alone in his Florence apartment, Taehyung stared out at the city lights, the streets bustling with life. The world moved on, oblivious to his turmoil. His heart felt heavy, but his mind was made up. It was time to return to South Korea—to the life he had left behind while chasing the impossible dream of rekindling what you both once had.
The next morning, Taehyung ordered his guards to prepare the jet. He couldn't keep torturing himself with what-ifs and maybes. If you were happier without him, then he had to respect that.
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The day of his departure arrived quickly. As he stood in the bustling airport with his guards behind him, his heart felt like it was breaking all over again. Florence had become a symbol of his love for you—a place where he had believed he might finally find closure. But now, as he prepared to leave, he realized closure wasn't something he could find in a place or a moment. It had to come from within, no matter how impossible it seemed.
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