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Shu x reader

This is.... Angst. Just...angst. Be prepared to cry.

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She didn't know how many more times she could keep telling herself to let things go; to keep overlooking things, just so she could still get to keep him. (Y/n) didn't know just how strong she could keep forcing herself to be, even when her heart always broke whenever he walked away from her without even a single word.

Shu  would be gone for weeks at a time, with nothing but radio silence filling the distance between them. She always worried over him; fretted if he was eating right, or if he was even still alive... yet her letters were never returned; nor was she comforted with immediate and heartfelt homecomings when his matches were over.

From the very beginning of their relationship, she was sure that she had been receiving nothing more than the simple, paltry scraps of Shu's attention— yet she still stayed. Because she loved him.

Loved him enough to absolutely lose herself in him.

Every touch, as well as every kiss, was enough to take away the pain she felt— but only for a while. Whenever their physical acts of love were over, she was always taken back to her reality: that she was madly in love with someone who didn't really want— or need— her.

Maybe it was wrong of her to keep telling herself that he might turn around and return her feelings one day, but she knew that it was nothing more than a blatant lie that she tried to console her bleeding heart with.

While women her age dreamt of grand weddings and tacky receptions, she was stuck wishing that the man she loved would— at the very least— actually look at her and see her for once. She wanted Shu  to see her as more than a warm body that he could keep coming back to.

But those days were past her. Her hurt had been too much to bear; and with the coming of a new season came an unexpected realization: that she should stop clinging to whatever comfort that having a lover provided, and find her own self before giving more of her heart away.

Because if she kept going at that point, without getting anything in return, then she would inevitably burn her own self out. She would be leaving nothing for herself, and that would be the ultimate reason for her demise.

Whether she liked it or not, she had to learn how to live her life without him beside her.

So, with a heavy heart, she sat and waited for Shu's return; counting down the days before he would come back and visit her again.

She even had everything planned out. Her whole speech had been written down and memorized; and she had made sure to always keep her emotions in check— because there was no way in hell, or high water, that she would let him see her shed a tear. She vowed to not be weak around him; because she deserved to, at least, have that much of a victory.

However, the day came sooner than she expected.

The same quiet sound of the door to her room opening alerted her to his presence, as the gently swaying of the breeze outside made her hair fly. Shu stepped in from the , and wordlessly closed the door behind him.

(Y/n) for all her bravado, was sat stock still on her bed. Her blanket had pooled around her waist, while her hands wrung the aged material between her fingers.

Her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, what with how hard it was pounding. Hell, she could even feel her heart beat thrumming through her ears. Every heavy beat had her gripping her blanket tighter, until her knuckles had turned white with the force she exerted upon the thick cloth.