Inspired by Songs.......Gongfourz Oneshots (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You're losing me

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?
I'm getting tired even for a phoenix
Always risin' from the ashes
Mendin' all her gashes
You might just have dealt the final blow

The rain outside pounded against the window, each droplet a mirror to the tears threatening to spill from Leehan's eyes. The sky was weeping, mourning along with him, and yet the world inside this dimly lit apartment remained silent, unbearably so. This was once their sanctuary, their safe place—where love blossomed in the golden sunlight that poured through the windows each morning. Now, it was nothing but a graveyard of memories, suffocating him with the weight of what once was.

Taesan stood near the door, hesitant, his figure barely illuminated by the flickering hallway light. His eyes, those deep pools that once held so much warmth, now only reflected confusion, desperation. "Leehan, please... I don't understand."

Leehan let out a breathless, bitter laugh, his hands clenched into trembling fists at his sides. "I know you don't." His voice was barely above a whisper, but the exhaustion laced in it screamed louder than any argument they had ever had. "We thought love was enough. We thought time would heal what we kept breaking. But tell me, Taesan, do you feel healed?"

Taesan swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he struggled for words, but Leehan wasn't finished. He turned, his eyes glassy and filled with unshed tears. "We loved this room because of the light." His gaze flickered to the empty walls, the unmade bed, the picture frames now turned face-down. "Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time to let go."

His breath hitched as he forced himself to ask the question that had been clawing at his soul. "Do I throw away everything we built, or do I keep it?"

Silence. Taesan's lips parted, but no words came. And wasn't that always the problem? The silence between them had become louder than the words they once shared.

Leehan let out a shaky exhale. "I'm tired, Taesan." His voice cracked, and he wrapped his arms around himself as if he could somehow keep himself from falling apart. "I've always been the one to pick up the pieces, to rise from the ashes no matter how many times we burned." His voice dropped to a whisper. "But maybe... this time, I can't."

Taesan took a desperate step forward, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wanted to reach out but was too afraid. "No, don't say that. We can fix this. We always fix this."

Leehan shook his head, a broken smile tugging at his lips. "No, Taesan. I fix this. I've been the one fixing this. And I'm exhausted."

Every morning, he had woken up with storms in his eyes, silently screaming for Taesan to see him, to hear him, to notice the way he was drowning. But Taesan had never looked close enough.

"I sent you signals," Leehan whispered, voice thick with unspoken pain. "I begged you in ways you didn't even see. My face was gray, my hands were shaking, my heart—" His breath shuddered. "You let me rot, Taesan. And you never even noticed."

Taesan's eyes widened, his hands clenching into fists as if he could physically hold onto Leehan, as if he could somehow stop him from slipping through his fingers. "I don't want to lose you."

Leehan finally let his tears fall, glistening trails marking his pale cheeks. "You already have."

A beat of silence. Then, suddenly, the sound of footsteps—Taesan running, desperate, his figure disappearing down the hallway.

Leehan sucked in a shaky breath, his mind spinning. Was he running away? Leaving for good? Or was he going to fight for them, to finally do something before it was too late?

Minutes passed, each one heavier than the last, but the door never reopened. The hallway remained empty. Taesan was gone.

Leehan crumpled to the floor, his fingers digging into the fabric of his sweater, his chest heaving with silent sobs.

He had spent so long holding on, believing that love alone was enough to keep them from falling apart. But as he sat there in the suffocating darkness, he realized something.

Love was never enough when it was only one person fighting for it.