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She loved him the way one loves the moon-from afar, knowing it was never meant to be held. Still, she followed the light for a while, hoping he might turn and see her.
He never did.
So she learned to let go. To stop looking for him in songs, in crowds, in quiet moments meant for healing.
And in the space she left behind, Kim Taehyung felt something shift. The world was just as loud, just as bright-yet somehow emptier. Only then did he realize that the softest kind of love is the hardest to replace.