Bada Lee One shots

Echoes of Regret

A single, dimly lit lamp provided the room with a soothing glow that created long shadows that danced on the walls. You and Bada were seated across from one another, the weight of the past hanging over you.

"Every time I look at you," Bada began, her voice barely above a whisper, "all I see is the face of the person who once told me they loved me, that I was the only bright spark in their dark world."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken memories. The strange echoes of a history marked by both love and suffering seemed to take over the space.

You studied Bada's face, seeing the turmoil in her eyes, the mixture of anger and hurt that she had carried for so long. It had been a long journey to this moment, a journey filled with heartache and healing.

Bada's expression hardened as she continued, her words laced with bitterness. "But you will never find someone who loves a soul as filthy as yours."

The room appeared to hold its breath briefly as a result of the words' sharp cut.  The wounds from the past had not fully healed, leaving behind raw scars. You spent years trying to make apologies because you were aware that your actions had severely harmed Bada.

However, in this silent space, it felt like a moment of disclosing the truth no matter how difficult it might be.

You inhaled thoroughly, keeping your voice calm but apologetic.  "I'm sorry, Bada. I hurt you. I will never be able to fix the damage that I did you in the past."

Bada's attention stayed averted to you as she scanned your words for genuineness.  Her voice softened a little, "No, you can't," she answered.

You said, "But what I can do is prove to you that I've changed. That I have dedicated myself to improving myself for you and for us, that I have worked on my own and my weaknesses."

There was a flicker of uncertainty in Bada's eyes, a glimmer of hope buried beneath the layers of hurt. She once had a tremendous affection for you both, one that cut through the gloom in both of your lives. And perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for a fresh start.

As you anticipated Bada's reaction, the room appeared to hold its breath once more. The past still weighed heavily on everyone's shoulders, but there was also a sense of possibility—a chance to mend what had been torn apart.

A tentative smile formed on Bada's lips; it was a fragile but hopeful gesture. She mumbled, "Maybe, just maybe, we might figure out how to heal together."

There was a glimmer of hope at that exact moment, a possibility for love to once again find its way into the hearts of two souls who had experienced the darkest of storms, as the shadows danced on the walls and the past and present clashed.

However, the wounds were severe, and the scars left by the past were difficult to cover up. The atmosphere in the room appeared to become chillier as the grief grew heavier.

As Bada spoke, her voice quavered and unshed tears were visible in her eyes. "Do you remember the way you looked at me the night before you left, those eyes filled with despair?"

With sadness in your own eyes, you nodded. "I remember every second, every word, and the pain that I brought to you."

As Bada fought back tears, her shoulders began to tremble. "I remember you telling me that you loved me and that I was the only light in your dark world. You disappeared in a split second after that."

It seemed as though the walls were closing in on you both and were suffocating the two of you. You were separated by the scars of the past, which looked like a chasm that could never be crossed.

You softly touched Bada's hand with your shaky fingers. "Bada, I can never make up for the past. However, I want to make an effort and try to find a way to fix the harm that I did."

Now that she was crying uncontrollably, Bada wiped them away with the back of her hand. She cried out, "I don't know if I can ever trust you again," with a broken voice.

You had a crushing weight of sorrow and regret as you realised that the pain you had caused was irreparable. You mumbled, "I understand," your voice tinged with sadness.

The silence in the room grew heavier with the weight of the emotions that went unspoken. It was a sad moment of reckoning when the past and its terrible effects had to be faced.

You both remained still as the night drew on, locked in a wordless hug of sadness and sorrow. You two struggled with the memory of a love that had once burned brilliantly but had been coated by the darkness of mistakes and betrayal while the room remained poorly lighted and the shadows became deeper.