Han Wool's POV
She looked up at me. Her eyes were unreadable. There was a storm behind them, but no sound. No warning.
And then she said it.
“Let’s break up.”
I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe.
She said it so simply. As if it were a weather report.
I blinked, a crooked smile tugging at my lips because I thought maybe—maybe this was some kind of joke.
“…What?”
She didn’t laugh.
Her expression didn’t change.
I tried again, still smiling, but it felt all wrong on my face. “Ye Na, that’s… that’s not funny.”
She didn’t say anything.
My smile faded.
I took a step forward, studying her face—looking for the hidden reason, the crack in her armor, something that would tell me what the hell was going on.
“Why?” I asked, gently. “Why are you saying this?”
She didn’t answer.
“Ye Na, please,” I said. “Talk to me.”
The silence stretched. Her eyes fell to the ground. Her lips parted—and then closed again. She looked like she was holding something back.
Then, finally, her voice came. Cold. Detached.
“I’m tired of this relationship.”
My stomach dropped.
It wasn’t what she said. It was how she said it.
Like I was nothing.
Like I never mattered.
But I did. Didn’t I?
She took another breath. “Let’s not see each other anymore.”
And she turned.
Just like that.
She turned and began to walk away.
No. No, no, no—
“Ye Na—wait—!”
I ran after her. I grabbed her wrist before I could stop myself. “Please. Don’t go. Not like this.”
She didn’t face me. Her head stayed low, her shoulders stiff beneath her coat.
“I don’t understand. Did I… did I do something? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “Let go.”
“No,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Not until you tell me why.”
Her wrist twitched in my grip, but I held gently. Carefully. Like she would shatter if I held any tighter.
“If it’s about what you’re going through… if you think it’s your fault somehow, Ye Na—please—we can talk about it. I’m right here. I’m not leaving.”
Still, nothing.
She wouldn’t look at me.
Her silence was louder than a scream.
My chest burned.
I felt helpless.
And the thing is—I didn’t know how to be angry at her. Even now.
Because I love her. And she looked like someone who’d already died inside.
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