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The morning light filters through the blinds, casting a soft glow over Amelia's rumpled bed. She lies there, her thoughts racing as she tries to piece together the fragments of her shattered reality. It's been a year since the accident that claimed Kook's life, and the pain still feels fresh, as if it's only been moments. She reaches over to the empty side of the bed, her hand lingering on the cold, lifeless space where he used to lie. The scent of his cologne, faint but unmistakable, lingers on the pillow, a cruel reminder of the love that once filled this room. 

Her eyes fall on the ring she never got to give back, a symbol of the love they never had the chance to fully explore. She whispers his name into the quiet, her voice barely audible. "Kookie..." The silence stretches out, unbearable in its finality. She pulls the ring off and holds it in her trembling hand, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. She feels the weight of the words she never got to say pressing down on her chest, an apology she'll never get to give, a declaration of love she'll never get to make.

Amelia takes a deep breath and sits up, the ring clutched tightly in her hand. She makes her way to the dresser, her legs shaky beneath her. She opens the top drawer, the one that holds all her memories of him – their love letters, his favorite t-shirt, and the gun he had given her for protection. The cold metal of the gun sends a chill down her spine. She thinks back to the nights she'd lay awake, his arms wrapped around her, his whispered promises of eternal love in her ear. But now, all she's left with is the harsh truth. The love triangle that once consumed them has ended with the most tragic finale she could've ever imagined.

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Arriving at the office, the same office that she has worked at with Dohwan for a long while now. Amelia's eyes scan the bustling room, searching for the one person who understands her pain without a word. Dohwan's office door is ajar, and she can see him already immersed in paperwork. She knocks softly before entering, the warm scent of coffee filling the space. Amelia steps into Dohwan's office, the door creaking slightly on its hinges. His eyes look up from the mountain of paperwork, and he offers her a sad smile, one that says he knows exactly how she feels without a single syllable passing between them. He stands, rounding the desk to offer her a gentle embrace, which she accepts gratefully, allowing herself to be enveloped in the warmth of his arms.

"You okay, Amelia?" His voice is a soft rumble, a gentle question that holds a world of understanding. She pulls back from the embrace, swiping at her eyes and forcing a smile. "Yeah, just a bad night." She settles into the chair across from his desk, the leather cool against her skin. "How was your weekend?" Dohwan's gaze lingers on Amelia, his eyes filled with a mix of empathy and an unspoken burden. He sits back down, his posture relaxed but his expression tinged with sadness. "It was...quiet," he says, his voice a touch heavier than usual. He taps his pen against the desk, the rhythm a silent confession of his own turmoil.

The office feels too small, too suffocating as they sit there in silence, the weight of their shared sadness pressing down on them. Dohwan's eyes dart to the ring on her hand, his heart clenching at the sight of it. He clears his throat, breaking the quiet. "How's the painting going?" He changes the subject. Amelia's eyes light up briefly at the mention of her painting, a hobby she had picked up to fill the void left by Kook's absence. "It's...therapeutic," she says, her voice a little shakier than she'd like. "I've been working on a piece."