Everyone loves and know Y/N. She has good grades, dress well, loves pets, has an association, her parents are rich... She is the typical girl's nextdoor.
Her perfect lifestyle will change when her best friend's brother : Choso, will show its intere...
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I don't know what I am doing anymore.
Seeing her again wasn't planned.
Seing her again made me feel a rush of emotions... Anger, sadness, love, loneliness, frustration and desire. I was lost and conflicted. It was impossible to deal with what I want and what I need.
Seeing her again made me remember how lonely I was all this time.
When I had hope that maybe we could love again... Start a new chapter together, something would show up and making me feel insecure.
I wanted to be the strong one, the person who could walk away and never look back. But the truth was, I was as lost as she was. I craved her touch, her presence, but I was torn between the love I had for her and the fear that she will let me go again.
It made me into something I despised. We were not like this, I was not like this and it was hurting us.
We are tearing each other apart.
I felt guilt for hurting her, guilt for being unable to fully commit, guilt for making her doubt her worth. I didn't want to be the villain in her story. Yet, at the same time I couldn't help to found it satisfying anytime she tried to seek my love.
I knew I needed to make a decision, to either embrace what we had or let her go for good. The thought of losing her again, this time by my own choice, haunted my every waking moment because I still love her.
In the midst of my confusion, I found myself reaching out to her, pulling her close during her weakest moment. As I held her trembling body, I realized how much power she still held over me.
I wanted to be the man she deserved, the one who could make her smile, not the source of her heartache.
The cold, aching void inside me that I loved to portray in my art ? Only she could fill it. I missed her more than words could express. I didn't want to live the empty nights anymore.
For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine a different future. A future where we were happy, where I could be the man she deserved. The thought brought a flicker of warmth inside me.
The woman I love, the one who had the power to both heal and hurt me. The one who deserved the world, yet I struggled to give her even a piece of it.
