〈 Space ╱ MarkHyuck 〉 ✓

「 TWELVE ━ CONTINUE TO LIVE IN YOUR WORLD WITHOUT ME 」

If tonight is the last night I get to breathe the same air as you...
Will you let me have one last moment?

Will you let me see you again?
Touch your hands again?
Fall apart in the warmth of your arms again?

I'm begging the universe for one more second—
Not to fix us...
But to empty everything I have left.

If love is finite, let me give you all of mine—right here, right now.
Let me break open my chest and spill whatever is left inside.

This one final night...
Let it be ours.

Even if the stars vanish when morning comes.
Even if the sun rises to find me alone.

Let me exist with you just one more time.
Let me believe, even for a moment, that this love wasn't in vain.

There's something holy about fleeting things.
The way a moment burns brighter because it's about to end.
I want to press pause on this second—this fragile heartbeat—
And build a universe where you and I are the only ones that matter.

I know I can't stay.
But before I disappear completely, let me love you again.
Let me remember the taste of forever—even if it's only for one night.

And when it's over...
Live.
Grow.
Forget me if you must.

But know that in another version of this life,
I chose you
and never let go.

You wonder why I left.
Why I didn't fight harder.
Why I broke my promises and walked away like I didn't look back.

But Haechan, I did fight.
God knows how much.
Every second I stayed... it was for you.
But staying any longer would've burned us both down.

You were the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.
You still are.

Your smile.
Your laugh.
Your hands in mine.
Your voice at 2am, whispering stories about dreams and stardust.

You wore your heart so fearlessly, and God—
You made broken things look like art.
Even when you were falling apart, I just wanted to hold you tighter.

I would've given you everything, even if you threw it all away.

But in the end, love isn't just about holding on.
Sometimes, it's about knowing when to let someone go...
even when your whole soul is screaming don't.

It's been a year since we unraveled.
And still—
You're the name that trembles in my chest at 3am.

I tried to cut the last thread between us,
But it's still hanging there—
Fraying, trembling, refusing to snap.

I've cried until my lungs gave out.
I've screamed into God's silence,
asking why the one person who made me feel whole
was the same one I had to live without.

I'm not healed, not even close.
But I'm writing now—
A novel.

About us.

Not a simple love story.
But the story.
Our story.

Every page a graveyard of memories.
Every sentence a piece of my heart.
I stay up until dawn bleeding truth into every line.
Trying to explain how it feels to lose your entire world... and survive anyway.

I write about a life I'm still learning to live without you.
About how I want you to grow on your own—without needing me to catch you.
How maybe this heartbreak is what you need to bloom.

We can't go back.
We can't cling to what once was.
It's time to choose ourselves.
Time to love ourselves more than we loved each other.

And if I finish this book,
I'll read it when I'm old.
I'll smile at the way we burned.
And if someone asks for my favorite story?

It will always be you.

my haechan 🐻🌻
010-XXX-XXXX

haechan?
this is mark

i don't know if you'll even read this...

but i'm asking for one last favor

meet me at the beach
the one we always went to

tomorrow. before sunset.
3pm.

there's so much i want to tell you
i'll be waiting...

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A/N

We're down to the final chapter and the epilogue.

I just want to thank you for being here. If you've made it this far, you've carried the weight of this story with me. You've cried with Mark. You've bled with Haechan. And most of all—you've understood the kind of love that doesn't always win, but still meant everything.

Not every heartbreak has a villain.
Sometimes, two people just outgrow the version of themselves they once built together.
And that's okay.

Let's love ourselves louder.
Let's forgive deeper.
Let's let go—gently.

See you in the epilogue.

I love you.

— jelly_mello