❝ Maybe our love was meant for another lifetime. ❞
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Living life to the fullest was Moon Ayla's life motto. Because maybe if she lived every moment to its fullest, there's a chance she'll scare even death away.
Each moment could possibly be he...
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Pain is something I've been dealing with for a while now.
Whether that be emotional, physical, or mental, it's something I've been trying to overcome. Something I've been trying hard not to show to others.
But to this day, the greatest pain I have ever experienced is the agony I felt from preparing myself for something I know will hurt me in the end, yet even after all of those preparations, I still ended up getting hurt.
I prepared myself, Jimin.
I prepared myself for the day you choose to leave. I prepared myself for what it'd feel like when you no longer bother to send me a text or to return my calls. I prepared myself for the feeling I'd get seeing you be with someone else. I prepared myself to fake a smile when we'd pass by each other because we would no longer be beside one another.
I prepared myself for the heartbreak, but it still hurt. It hurt because I needed to accept the fact that you and I weren't the ones who were meant to be.
I know I needed to let you go, but I couldn't because I was waiting for the impossible to happen.
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The next week, Ayla was able to return back to her usual routine of going to university during the day, then returning home to finish any assignments before curling herself in bed to watch her dramas. One thing did change, though, and that was playing Jungkook's video for her before she went to sleep each night, in hopes of meeting him in her dreams even for a brief moment.
Jimin had been a huge help as a distraction for whenever she became overwhelmed with negative emotions. It seemed as if he was always there, no matter the day or time, to alleviate her pain and make sure she knew she wasn't alone through it all.
Today, however, appeared to be an exception.
"Here." A waitress placed a new, steaming cup of hot chocolate on the table.
Ayla glanced up from the random spot where her eyes had been focused on while her mind had been buzzing with thoughts.
"I noticed that you've been sitting here for more than an hour now and you still haven't touched your drink," she continued, picking up Ayla's unconsumed drink to discard. "I figured you didn't want to drink a cold hot chocolate."
Ayla mumbled a shy thanks and glanced at the name tag on her shirt: Soyeon. "Sorry, I was waiting for my friend. He's probably just running late."
