A/n pov:
You carefully stuck the spoiled photograph on the wall, a bittersweet smile appearing on your face as you looked at the ruined image. It was a stark reminder of the memory, now forever tarnished and broken, much like your own heart. You switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. You lay on the bed, the faint image of the ruined photo lingering in your mind. The silence was deafening, the absence of his presence palpable in the void. You tried to push away the thoughts, to let exhaustion take over and carry you into a restless slumber. But sleep eluded you, the silence of the room only served to amplify the emptiness you felt. You missed the sound of his steady breathing, the warmth of his body next to yours.
Y/n pov:
"The other side is..."
What do I want to say cold or not as warm as his cold?
"Nevermind..."
A/n pov:
You laid there, staring into the darkness, a flood of memories and emotions swirling through your mind. You wished he was there beside you, that you could turn to him in the quiet hour of the night, and find comfort in his presence. But instead, you were left alone, the silence of the room a cruel reminder of his absence.You turned the picture up, looking at the image of him and you together. His cold straight face, but you couldn't help but think to yourself how silly it looked.
You looked at yourself in the picture, scrutinizing every detail. You couldn't help but compare yourself to the version in the picture, the younger, more youthful version of yourself, and the bitter realization hit you that time had passed, and you had both changed.
Chuckles "look at my stupid ugly smile. What am I missing the cuddle we never did, or the late night talks we never had".
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Tears welled in your eyes as you thought about the things you missed in your relationship. The cuddles you never had, the late nights talks you never shared, the meals you never had together. It seemed so simple, so basic, but it was what you longed for the most. But those moments, like many others, had eluded you, leaving you with an aching emptiness in your heart.
The sheets were twisted and tangled you tossed and turning around on the bed unable to get comfortable. Each movement brought a fresh wave of frustration and sadness. It was a restless night indeed.
As the hours crept by, the soft glow of dawn began to peek through the window. The room was washed in a muted, pale light as the sun began its ascent in the sky. The new day was dawning, but the thoughts and feelings that had kept you awake were still weighing heavily on your mind.You got up from the bed and made your way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected your tired, disheveled appearance, the dark circles under your eyes a stark contrast to the rosy hue of dawn.
You splashed some cold water on your face, trying to wash away the remnants of the sleepless night and the bitter feelings that lingered in your heart.You grabbed a towel and gently wiped your face dry. The cold water had helped to clear your head a bit, the coolness of it soothing the weariness that clung to your features. You could see your reflection in the mirror once more, but this time, it was a bit more refreshed, the exhaustion less visible.As the sun rose outside, you proceeded to prepare breakfast in the kitchen. The routine of cooking brought a sense of comfort amidst the swirl of emotions within you. The smell of food filling the air and the quiet clinking of pans and utensils provided a much-needed distraction from the thoughts that had kept you up all night.As you cut up the chills, a wistful smile tugged at your lips. You thought about his taste, his dislike for spicy food, and how you could never truly share a meal with him. It was a simple thing, but it had been a barrier between you, just as many other things had been.
Y/n pov:
I remember how i would try to make non-spicy dishes for him, only to find them bland and unappetizing myself. But still left a bittersweet aftertaste in your mouth. I looked at the spicy ramen i had prepared, adding the chopped up chills to it. It was a dish he would have never touched, the spice far too overpowering for his taste. But now, as i looked at it, i relished the fact that I could eat it to my heart's content without any judgment or criticism. I took a bite of the ramen, the spicy flavors exploding on my tongue. It was delicious, the perfect balance of heat and flavor that I had always loved, but had to hide from him. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the taste and the small rebellion that came with it.
I chuckled a little, imagining his face screwed up in disgust at the mere sight of the spicy ramen. I could almost see the tears welling up in his eyes as he dramatically fanned his mouth, protesting the heat. It was a funny thought, and I couldn't't help but smile at the small victory of enjoying a meal that he would have found torturous.
"It's okay to eat alone right?"
Smiles slightly.
The apartment felt colder today. Or maybe it was just me. I pulled the blanket tighter around my legs and stared down at the book in my hands. The words blurred together, unreadable. I'd been on the same page for,what? Fifteen minutes? An hour? Time didn't mean much lately.I pressed a hand to my chest as the familiar tightness crept in again. It wasn't sharp or sudden, just... there. Always there. I shifted, trying to sit up straighter, but the pressure didn't ease.
"It's just stress," I whispered, as if saying it out loud might make it true. Stress from work. Stress from being alone. Stress from Sylus... That was all it could be.
I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. Or tried to. The air felt thinner somehow, like I couldn't quite pull enough into my lungs. My chest rose and fell quickly, shallow and unsatisfying.
When I opened my eyes again, the room tilted ever so slightly, a quiet swim of vertigo that made me blink hard. My fingers rubbed my temples on instinct, trying to chase the sensation away. "You're fine," I told myself. "You're fine."
But I wasn't. I knew it.
I swung my legs off the couch and shuffled to the window, hoping the cold glass might ground me. The city lights were distant and hazy through the fog. My reflection stared back at me, pale and drawn. My chest ached a little more now, and my legs...
I glanced down and froze. My ankles were swollen, puffed out like I'd been standing for hours even though I hadn't moved from the couch.
"Is this how it's feels?".
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