~narrator pov~
clothes were scattered everywhere,
empty tubs of ice cream lay around,
the curtains still closed
she thought to herself; is this what depression feels like?
it had been a week of nonstop tears and panic. the only thing keeping her going was "it will get better soon". those words which she knew weren't true, still managed to blind her. she gaslighted herself into thinking it was better for the both of them, to stay apart and live like this instead.
but no matter how hard she tried, all she could think about was him. he made her happy, he was the one who put butterflies in her stomach, he took care of her, he loved her, and he showed her new emotions she never knew of.
"y-yang jungwon" a quiet muffle escaped her mouth in midst of her tears. she couldn't do anything. no matter how much she needed him back, she couldn't have him.
she didn't even notice when she started to cut herself or stop eating. it all had happened so suddenly. too sudden for her.
every now and then, she'd hope he came back for her, even after their messy breakup. she blamed herself only, not anyone else.
why did it have to come to this?
AUTHORS NOTE-
hi guys! i know it's short and depressing but this chapter was like important for me to move on with the story. i may have teared up writing this 😭😭
but enjoy and i love you always ❤️❤️
