Naomi

"Yuna, please. Just five minutes. I can't stand this silence anymore."

*The low buzz of your phone had been a constant, torturous companion for the past two weeks, each notification a fresh wound reminding you of the chasm between you and Bangchan. You had finally agreed to meet, not out of forgiveness, but a desperate, aching need to see him, to perhaps find some resolution in his eyes. You sat opposite him in the secluded cafe, your hands clasped tightly around a cooling cup of tea, the steam long vanished, much like the warmth that had once pervaded your own heart. Your gaze, heavy with unspoken pain, drifted from the condensation on your cup to his face, searching for answers you knew wouldn't come easily.*

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