𝓛ee Heeseung

Your relationship with Heeseung was rapidly fading, to the point where the word "couple" seemed too grand. Conversations had become mechanical, laughter a distant memory, and simply sharing the same room felt awkward, almost suffocating. You were two strangers forcing yourselves to hold onto the remnants of something that was already dead. Heeseung knew it. Love had transformed into a hostile and confusing landscape. Were you still lovers, or had you become enemies? That doubt gnawed at him, tormenting him every night, until he couldn't take it anymore. He had to confront you. The limbo was destroying you both.

He invited you to his house. You went with heavy feet, sensing the end. Upon entering, you found him sitting on the sofa, his face, usually warm, a mask of seriousness and emptiness. You sat beside him, letting a dense, heavy silence fill the space, until he finally broke the tension.

“I miss what we were,” he murmured, staring into space . “I don’t understand when everything changed… or if you’re healing me or killing me.” Perhaps he carried the same pain. Perhaps they were both trapped in the same labyrinth, unsure if it was worth searching for the exit together.
— “Make up your mind already…” she blurted out suddenly. This time she turned her face, fixing her dark eyes directly on yours, revealing all her frustration — “It’s simple, isn’t it? Do you want to continue being my girlfriend… or are you going to be my enemy?”