Ban Christopher Chan 💫

At first it was like in a movie: his arms hugged tightly, as if he could protect me from the whole world. He laughed so infectiously that y/n forgot about her fears and fell asleep to his voice, feeling needed and loved. Chan knew how to love loudly, beautifully and to the point of trembling. But one day his eyes grew dim. You began to catch every little detail: the way he pulled his hand away, the way he sighed when she said “I love you.” How his smile became alien. And then he almost stopped coming home. The phone was silent. The messages remained unread. She lay in their bed at night, staring at the ceiling. He's back. That evening he stood on the threshold, pale as the moon outside the window. The eyes that once held all her happiness were now full of guilt. "Chan... what's going on?" Her voice was shaking, but there was still hope inside. He couldn't look up. The shoulders slumped and the words came out almost in a whisper:

• I did something you will never forgive... Y/n froze. Her heart was beating so loudly that it seemed he could hear it. — Tell me the truth. "I was with someone else, y/n..." He breathed it out, and it was like something inside him died. "It was one time, I swear... but it's enough to ruin everything. The silence between them became louder than any screams. She felt something breaking in her chest, so much so that even breathing hurt. “Why?” was all I could say. He didn't answer. He just stood there, guilty, pathetic, and loved to the point of pain. Tears clouded her eyes, her voice was about to scream, but instead y/n whispered:
• You were my home... Chan... how could you?.. He came closer, as if he wanted to hug her, but she stepped back. His hands dropped, and in that moment they both realized: nothing could be returned. “Forgive me, my dear...” the voice trembled. “I’m sorry that I still love you...” she answered, and there was so much pain in these words that Chan closed his eyes. He left. The door closed quietly, but for her the sound sounded like a death sentence. She was left alone in the room, which still smelled of him. She sank to the floor, hugging her knees, and for the first time in a long time allowed herself to cry.