Y/n' Pov
The sun hadn’t fully risen yet when Y/N quietly stepped out of her house. The morning air was crisp, the sky painted in soft shades of blue and orange.
With each step she took along the quiet, green path near her home, she felt the heaviness in her chest begin to loosen.
Dewdrops glistened on leaves, and the rustling wind whispered something comforting — like the world was finally beginning to hear her.
She inhaled deeply,
letting the air fill her lungs.
“I could do this every day,” she murmured to herself,
a small smile forming on her lips.
For once, she wasn’t running away from anything. She was walking toward something new — herself.
As she returned home, her mother looked up from the kitchen, eyes wide with surprise.
“Is that… my daughter?” she asked in disbelief.
Y/N let out a small laugh.
“Yes, it’s me.”
Her voice had a new clarity — not loud, but assured. There was a softness still, but it had shed its fear.
She walked to her room, pausing for a second in front of the mirror.
Her reflection stared back — familiar, yet tired.
She held up the scissors in one hand, her gaze unwavering.
With one confident motion, she sliced off a large section of her hair.
It fell to the floor like the past itself, no longer weighing her down.
As strands dropped, so did every memory, every tear, every time she was silenced or ignored.
When she finally stepped out, her mother gasped — not out of shock, but awe. Y/N looked radiant. Lighter. Reborn.
Without wasting a moment, Y/N began gathering every memory Kevin had left behind.
Letters, gifts, photos — every token that once felt like love but now stung like betrayal.
As she filled the box, her phone buzzed. She checked the time — she was going to be late for school.
Unlocking her phone, she typed a quick message to her homeroom teacher:
“Hi ma’am, I’ll be joining in the second half today. I need the morning for something important. Hope that’s okay.”
Then, with steady hands and a calm breath, she sealed the box shut.
This wasn’t just a breakup.
This was goodbye to the version of herself that always waited, always cried, always forgave.
No One’s POV
The school buzzed quietly about Y/N’s absence.
“She’s probably not coming today,” someone whispered.
“Poor girl, she must be broken,” another added with pity.
But Jennie and Jisoo stood firm—neither pitying nor doubting her.
“She hasn’t picked up my calls. Just texted she’s busy,” Jennie murmured,
worried.
“I told my father everything,” Jisoo said, her voice low.
“He said this might have bigger implications, but I told him—I know what I’m doing.”
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