❝ 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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Jimin, I've always compared our relationship to that of an asymptote and a curve.
As you know, an asymptote is a line that a curve approaches as it heads to infinity. But even though that curve draws closer and closer towards the asymptote, it will never touch that line.
Do you see the similarity?
In life, there are people who become closer and closer towards each other, but aren't given the opportunity to be together.
Would you consider the time we spent with each other as us being 'together'? I could only hope that you did.
However, whenever I saw that brief pang of pain in your eyes when you caught sight of her or seeing you wanting to so badly let go, but something still kept you holding on. . . that's when reality always hits for me hard. You hurting hurts me tenfold.
But it also hurts because I gave you my heart, even without you realizing it.
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Today was the day. Whether it being Jimin's most-awaited performance day or the last day Ayla promised she'd give herself to enjoy being Jimin's girlfriend. . . Today was the day. She could no longer prolong this agreement, this relationship, this goodbye. It was time.
"You made it." A voice tickled Ayla's ear and as soon as she whirled on her heels to face the owner of the breathy tone, she was engulfed in his arms. Her arms laid idle on her sides, until he tightened his hold around her and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"How could I not?" she replied as she snaked her own arms around Jimin's waist, his sweet yet masculine scent wafting into her nose.
After a few silent moments of holding the other in each other's arms, Jimin was the first to step away and analyze Ayla from head to toe. "You look beautiful," he commented, a lopsided grin dancing on those plump lips of his.
"Have you seen yourself?" Ayla remarked, mirroring the dazed smile on his face.
Jimin stood there in front of her, his dark, luscious hair was styled to perfection with his bangs lifted from his forehead and neatly tousled back. His eyes gave off intimidating vibes from the small hint of dark eyeshadow that perfectly contoured them. He wasn't dressed in his costume yet, but rather in a black button up, with the first few buttons unbuttoned, tucked nicely into a pair of black dress pants. His hair and attire were darker than the night sky, but it helped to give him an alluring aura and a sense of elegance that Ayla had never received this profoundly from him before.
