𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞┃ 𝐊𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐅 ┃

One Hundred and-Eighteen

Fiora's pov

I sat in the car, blankly staring ahead. Nothing made sense. Is this the end of us? He just left me like that. He said he would never leave me, but now what?

“You pushed his buttons, you little witch,” my inner voice taunted.

I knew what I did to him was wrong, testing him like that. But can you blame me? He was trying to control my life, and I don’t want anyone to control it. But how could he just leave me like that? Didn’t he say he loved me? Then why let me go, even if I told him to?

Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to make sense of everything. I was angry because he didn’t trust me, but that anger only lasted a few days. After seeing how much he cared for me, I didn’t hold any grudge against him. I just wanted to see how far he would go for us, for me. But now, all of a sudden, he leaves me.

I replayed every word he said, every painful utterance echoing in my mind. "You never trusted me... You just assumed... You let others come between us..." His words cut deep, each one a dagger to my heart.

But what was that all about? Was he trying to manipulate me? I never let anyone come between us. Really? My inner voice mocked.

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe, the pain in my chest overwhelming. I wanted to scream, to lash out at the unfairness of it all. How could he say he loved me and then walk away so easily? Was it all just a lie?

I hugged myself, feeling the emptiness inside me growing, the void left by his absence consuming me. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces, each fragment a reminder of what we had lost.

"Why, Taehyung?" I whispered to the empty car. "Why did you let me go?"

"He said he was letting me go," I murmured, my chest tightening. "But how can I be free when I'm still chained to his memory?"

The car sped away, taking me farther from the life we had shared. Each mile felt like a knife twisting deeper into my heart. The weight of his words pressed down on me, suffocating and relentless.

As I sat there, memories of our happier moments flooded my mind. The way he used to look at me with such tenderness, the way he would hold me close, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I remembered our late-night talks, the laughter we shared, the way he would make me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered.

His love was overwhelming, all-consuming. The passion in his eyes when he kissed me, the way he made me feel cherished and desired. I could still feel his touch, the warmth of his embrace, the intensity of his love-making. Those moments had been my sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of the world.

But now, those same memories felt like a cruel torment, each one reminding me of what I had lost. I tried to control my tears, but it was impossible. The pain was too much, the heartbreak too profound.

"I wanted to trust him," I thought, tears streaming down my face. "I wanted to believe in us."

I thought of the time we danced under the stars, his arms wrapped around me as he whispered how much he loved me. The way he looked at me as if I was his entire world. I remembered the day we spent at the beach, laughing and splashing in the waves, feeling like nothing could ever come between us. His laughter, his smile, his touch, his hands on my body, his warm breath aginst my neck, they were all burned into my memory, now painful reminders of a love that felt like a lifetime ago.