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Jin flinched as if her words struck him physically. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came. Silence hung between them like a chasm neither of them knew how to cross anymore.
Hana looked away first.
The wind blew softly around them, rustling the leaves above, as if nature itself was trying to cushion the weight of the moment. But nothing could soften this. The ache in her chest wasn't from the years they'd lost—it was from the realization that she didn't want them back anymore.
She had moved on.
Not to another man. Not even to another love.
But to a version of herself that no longer begged to be chosen.
Jin stepped forward, his hand reaching out, hovering near hers, unsure if he was allowed to touch her.
"Hana, please," he said, his voice cracking. "I know I don't deserve it. I know I failed you. I should've said something years ago. I should've fought harder. I should've—"
