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Torn Hearts

Barely edited, wrote this to relieve stress, lmk if you guys enjoy this type of stories

In the dimly lit room, shadows danced across the walls as you sat alone, consumed by darkness. The weight of the world pressed heavily upon your shoulders, suffocating you with every breath. Thoughts of worthlessness and despair swirled in your mind like a tumultuous storm, drowning out any flicker of hope that dared to penetrate the darkness.

You had long been battling demons that lurked in the depths of your soul, demons that whispered lies of inadequacy and despair. Each day was a struggle to find purpose, to find a reason to continue existing in a world that seemed so indifferent to your pain.

And then she walked into your life, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the storm clouds. Wonyoung, with her radiant smile and gentle eyes, offered you a lifeline when you were drowning in the sea of despair. She became your anchor, tethering you to this world when all you wanted to do was let go and drift away.

But even her light couldn't fully dispel the shadows that lingered within you. The darkness still gnawed at the edges of your mind, threatening to consume you whole. You tried to hide your pain from Wonyoung, afraid of burdening her with the weight of your suffering, but she saw through your facade with a clarity that both comforted and terrified you.

One night, the darkness seemed to swallow you whole, leaving you gasping for air in its suffocating embrace. The whispers grew louder, urging you to end the pain once and for all. You found yourself standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering on the brink of oblivion, ready to take that final step into the abyss.

But then, like a guardian angel descending from the heavens, Wonyoung appeared, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. She reached out to you, pleading with you to hold on, to fight against the darkness that threatened to consume you. And in that moment, you realized that you couldn't bear to leave her behind, couldn't bear to inflict the pain of your absence upon her.

With her unwavering support and love, you found the strength to step back from the edge, to face the demons that haunted you with newfound resolve. Wonyoung became your lifeline, your reason for living, and you clung to her with a desperation born of fear and longing.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as you and Wonyoung navigated the complexities of your relationship. Despite the lingering shadows of your past, you allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, you had found true happiness in her arms.

But fate had other plans.

One evening, as you returned home earlier than expected, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. A feeling of foreboding hung heavy in the air as you stepped into the familiar confines of your shared apartment.

As you made your way down the hallway, the faint sound of laughter reached your ears, sending a chill down your spine. Your steps faltered, your heart pounding in your chest as you followed the sound to the living room.

And there she was, Wonyoung, wrapped in the arms of another man. His hands roamed freely over her body, tracing patterns of desire along her skin as she giggled and leaned into his touch. The sight before you was like a dagger to the heart, a betrayal so profound that it threatened to shatter your very soul.

For a moment, you stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene unfolding before you. Anguish welled up inside you, a tidal wave of pain and betrayal threatening to engulf you in its icy embrace. Every fiber of your being screamed in protest, screaming out for justice, for retribution, for some semblance of closure in the face of such overwhelming betrayal.

But as you watched Wonyoung's laughter mingle with his, a numbness settled over you, suffocating the flames of rage and despair that threatened to consume you whole. It was as if you were watching the scene from a distance, detached and numb to the pain that tore at your soul.

And in that moment, you knew. You knew that the anchor you had clung to so desperately was nothing more than an illusion, a mirage in the desert of your existence. Wonyoung had never been your salvation; she had only been the chains that bound you to a life of misery and despair.

As Wonyoung's laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the steady patter of rain against the windows, you stood motionless, feeling as though the ground had been pulled out from beneath your feet. The world around you blurred into a hazy fog, your thoughts muddled and disjointed as you struggled to process the betrayal that had unfolded before your eyes.

But even as you tried to make sense of the chaos swirling within you, a part of you knew that there was no going back, no way to undo the pain and heartache that had been inflicted upon you. Wonyoung's betrayal had cut deeper than any physical wound, leaving behind scars that would never fully heal.

With a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by despair, you stumbled out of the apartment and into the cold embrace of the night. The rain soaked through your clothes, chilling you to the bone as you wandered the deserted streets, your footsteps echoing in the empty silence of the night.

With each passing moment, the numbness that had settled over you grew stronger, enveloping you in a cocoon of indifference that shielded you from the pain of your shattered heart. It was as though you had become a ghost, drifting aimlessly through the darkness with no destination in sight.

As the night stretched on into the early hours of the morning, Wonyoung's mind raced with worry and uncertainty. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that she had been caught in her deceit and now faced the consequences of her actions.

But despite the nagging doubts that plagued her, Wonyoung remained silent, unwilling to confront the truth that lurked just beneath the surface. She busied herself with preparations for the day ahead, hoping to distract herself from the gnawing sense of guilt that threatened to consume her.

When morning finally dawned, you still hadn't returned home, and Wonyoung's anxiety reached a fever pitch. She tried to push aside her fears, telling herself that you were simply out for a walk or needed some time alone to clear your head.

But as the hours ticked by and you still hadn't returned, Wonyoung's facade began to crumble. She knew deep down that something was terribly wrong, that the fragile balance of trust and love that had sustained your relationship had been irreparably shattered.

When you finally returned home later that day, Wonyoung's heart clenched with a mixture of relief and dread. She wanted to reach out to you, to hold you close and reassure you that everything would be okay. But as she looked into your eyes, she saw the pain and betrayal reflected back at her, and she knew that there was no turning back from the damage she had caused.

As Wonyoung hurriedly gathered her things and prepared to leave for work, you remained silent, your gaze fixed on some distant point beyond her reach. She wanted to say something, anything to ease the burden of guilt that weighed heavily on her heart, but the words remained trapped in her throat, unspoken and unheard.

When Wonyoung returned home from work, her heart sank at the sight of you curled up on the bed, tears staining your cheeks and despair etched into every line of your face. She longed to rush to your side, to wrap you in her arms and whisper words of comfort and apology into your ear.

But as she approached, a look of fear flickered across your face, and you recoiled from her touch as though her presence was a painful reminder of the betrayal you had endured. Wonyoung's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of your reaction, her own pain mirrored in the depths of your eyes.

"Please, don't," you whispered hoarsely, your voice barely above a whisper as you pushed yourself further away from her. "I can't... I can't bear it right now."

Wonyoung froze the weight of your words like a knife to her heart. She wanted to reach out to you, to bridge the chasm that had opened up between you, but she knew that the damage was already done. She had shattered the trust that had once bound you together, and now, there was no going back.

As the weeks passed, a tense silence settled over the apartment, broken only by the occasional strained conversation or forced smile. You allowed Wonyoung to go through the motions of affection, letting her kiss you and hold you close, but inside, you remained distant, your heart still raw from the betrayal you had endured.

Wonyoung, on the other hand, seemed to believe that things were slowly returning to normal. She went about her daily routine with a sense of quiet determination, her smiles masking the guilt and remorse that gnawed at her insides.

But beneath the surface, resentment simmered, a festering wound that refused to heal. You struggled with conflicting emotions, torn between the desire to confront Wonyoung and demand answers, and the fear of facing the truth and the pain that came with it.

Unable to bear the suffocating weight of your thoughts any longer, you found yourself wandering the empty streets, seeking solace in the bottom of a bottle. The alcohol burned as it slid down your throat, numbing the pain and blurring the edges of reality until nothing existed but the dull ache of emptiness.

In the dimly lit bar, surrounded by the laughter and chatter of strangers, you drowned in a sea of loneliness and despair. Each drink served as a temporary escape from the turmoil raging within you, a fleeting moment of oblivion in a world filled with heartache and betrayal.

But as the night wore on and the alcohol took hold, your thoughts turned to Wonyoung, to the pain she had inflicted upon you and the shattered dreams that lay in ruins at your feet. Anger bubbled to the surface, a searing heat that threatened to consume you whole as you raged against the injustice of it all.

And as you stumbled out into the cold embrace of the night, your mind clouded by alcohol and despair, you knew that you couldn't continue living like this, trapped in a cycle of pain and betrayal. Somewhere deep within you, a spark of determination flickered to life, a resolve to break free from the chains that bound you to a life of misery and despair.

As you lay in a drunken stupor, oblivious to the world around you, the sound of Wonyoung's voice pierced through the haze of alcohol and despair, jolting you awake from your restless slumber. At first, you thought it was a dream, a cruel trick of your tormented mind, but as the fog cleared from your brain, you realized with a sinking feeling that it was all too real.

As Wonyoung's voice echoed in the room, you felt a surge of disbelief and anguish wash over you, threatening to drown you in a sea of pain and betrayal. With trembling hands, you wiped the sleep from your eyes, hoping against hope that what you were seeing was nothing more than a horrible nightmare.

But as your vision cleared, the scene before you came into sharp focus, and the reality of Wonyoung's betrayal hit you like a ton of bricks. Your heart shattered into a million pieces as you watched her entwined with her lover, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, oblivious to the devastation they had wrought.

"Y/N, please," Wonyoung's voice rang out, filled with desperation and fear as she caught sight of you standing frozen in the doorway. She rushed towards you, her eyes pleading for forgiveness, but you recoiled from her touch, unable to bear the sight of her betrayal any longer.

"You lied to me," you whispered hoarsely, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought to control the overwhelming surge of emotion threatening to consume you. "You made me believe that you loved me, that we had something real, but it was all just a lie."

Wonyoung's face contorted with guilt and remorse as she reached out to touch you, but you flinched away, the pain of her betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you turned away from her, unable to bear the sight of the woman who had broken your heart into a million irreparable pieces.

Without a word, you began to gather your belongings, your hands shaking with the weight of the decision you knew you had to make. Each item you packed felt like a dagger to the heart, a painful reminder of the life you had once shared with Wonyoung, now shattered beyond repair.

As you gathered your belongings, Wonyoung's desperate pleas filled the room, echoing off the walls like a haunting melody. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for another chance, her voice thick with regret and sorrow.

"Please, Y/N, don't leave me," she pleaded, her hands reaching out to grasp yours in a desperate attempt to keep you from slipping away. "I know I messed up, but I love you. I need you. Please, give me another chance."

But despite the pain and longing in her eyes, you knew that there was no going back, no way to undo the damage that had been done. The trust between you had been shattered beyond repair, and no amount of pleading or begging could erase the hurt and betrayal that had seared its way into your soul.

With a heavy heart, you turned to face Wonyoung, her tear-stained face etched into your memory forever. "I genuinely loved you, Wonyoung," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked into her eyes one last time. "I cherished the moments we shared together, and I'm grateful for the happiness you brought into my life. But I can't stay here, not after what you've done.

As the days passed, Wonyoung's heart weighed heavy with regret and sorrow, haunted by the memory of your departure and the pain she had inflicted upon you. She tried to drown out the echoes of your final words, to bury the guilt and remorse that threatened to consume her whole, but no amount of distractions could silence the voices of doubt and self-loathing that plagued her every waking moment.

And then, one fateful day, the news of your death reached Wonyoung like a thunderbolt, shattering the fragile illusion of normalcy she had tried so desperately to maintain. With trembling hands and tears streaming down her face, she read the details of your passing, each word a dagger to her already wounded heart.

In that moment, the full gravity of her betrayal hit Wonyoung like a tidal wave, sweeping her away in a torrent of grief and regret. She fell to her knees, her cries echoing off the walls of the empty apartment as she mourned the loss of the love she had taken for granted, the love she had destroyed with her own selfish actions.

Through tear-stained eyes, Wonyoung replayed every moment she had shared with you, every smile, every touch, every word of affection that had once filled her heart with joy and warmth. But now, all she felt was emptiness, a void that threatened to swallow her whole as she grappled with the enormity of her mistake.

In the silence of the empty apartment, Wonyoung wept for the love she had lost, for the pain she had caused, and for the chance she would never have to make things right. And as she cried herself to sleep, haunted by the ghost of your memory, she vowed to carry the weight of her regret with her for the rest of her days, a constant reminder of the price of betrayal and the cost of lost love.

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