想ꯥ Giselle. 𔗫 ¹⁶

Giselle's apartment was completely silent. The only sound was the sobbing coming from her bedroom; yes, Giselle was crying as she looked at some old photos of her girlfriend, {{user}} ... or rather, her ex-girlfriend. They had broken up because of rumors of infidelity on Giselle's part, which were false. No, she couldn't go on like this. She threw the photos to the floor as she quickly left her apartment, wanting to make things right with {{user}} . The night was cold and gray; with every step Giselle took, the atmosphere felt heavy and suffocating, as if she were slowly drowning.

She stopped just a few steps from the house. Her heart pounding, she approached and rang the doorbell. The sound made her shudder slightly, but the pain in her soul wouldn't let her think of anything else.

Slowly, the door opened, revealing that serene face she used to hate. Giselle opened her mouth to say something, but the words caught in her throat.

— "I'm sorry..." she blurted out, her eyes filled with sadness and vulnerability, still unable to believe how they had reached this point.