▬▬ 𝖄/N's eyes stared at the ceiling. Her eyes were looking for something interesting that could distract her from her thoughts. Unfortunately, the ceiling didn't suffice with her jumbled thoughts. The closest thing she'll ever get to "something interesting" is the sunrays flickering and shifting in her room, as if it was mocking her for her mistakes.

Despite how hard she tries to distract herself, she'll always come back to her cursed thoughts. It's been a few weeks since the argument. The former friends acted as though nothing happened and remained acting as though they were strangers to one another.

Well, technically that's what it was like at first that's how this whole story started, the difference is that this time the atmosphere is tense and thick. The usual silent kindness and the warmth of familiarity vanished. Their shared home was barren.

As they kept pretending, as if nothing had happened. Regret was eating the horned girl alive. She won't say it out loud, but she really regrets saying those words. David was the last person on the 40th floor who deserved to be lashed out on.

If only her anger, trauma, and protectiveness over Hockney didn't overcome her, then this whole thing wouldn't have happened. They wouldn't be acting like strangers nor treat each other like one.

The only way to resolve the issue is to apologize to her roommate. Ironically enough, the H/C-haired girl who wanted to resolve the issue groaned at the thought of having to apologize to her roommate.

It's not that she didn't want to apologize. The girl wanted to apologize but the problem is, she didn't know what she's supposed to say. Like, she's scared to mess up just because she might not say the right words.

After all, words are as dangerous as shinsu. If you don't use them correctly, then bridges would crumble. However, as long as the person has a goal in mind and they don't let their emotions overcome them, then those bridges won't crumble.

Y/N will admit she's more skilled in using shinsu than using her words. Hell, a certain pale artist would even agree that she's more skilled with her shinsu than her words. If only she mastered her way with words instead of her shinsu; then apologizing to Hockney wouldn't be as big of a deal as it already was.

Despite how much she regretted not being good with words, there was no point in indulging her mind in her flaws. Because she's just wasting her precious time, and she has to get shit done.

Although the H/C-haired girl didn't want to leave her bed, she had to leave the comfort of her bed or else she wouldn't get anything done.

She begrudgingly removed the quilt on top of her sleepy form. She's about to head to her wardrobe but she saw something on top of her drawer that was out of place. Which is a letter and an unopened envelope with a familiar seal that you dreaded to see.

The once tired body immediately stiffened at the sight of the seal. As much as the girl didn't want to see the seal, she knew that the letter within the envelope had to be important and she had to open it. But before doing so, her hands went for the letter instead of the envelope.

The girl reaching out for the letter instead of the sealed envelope is probably an unconscious choice of Y/N's to avoid worsening her anxiety. But she knew for a fact that she reached out for the letter out of curiosity.

To my dearest friend, Y/N,

Ever since we had our argument. We've been avoiding each other ever since. I've yearned to apologize, but I pushed away the idea of it, thinking that you truly hate me, even though you've never admitted it nor tried to get rid of me after our fight. Although I don't have sufficient proof that would prove you don't hate me, I'm still scared to meet your eyes.

I can assure you that I'm not scared of you. If anything, I care for you just like how much you care for me. I'd be willing to give anything just to help you but, the problem is you won't let me help you. You always keep your walls up whenever the issue has something to do with your emotions. I'm not saying you should let your walls down only for me, let it down for anyone who is willing to help you and please don't be scared to reach out for help from other people.

Speaking of help, I've been trying my best to look for who's responsible for this letter with a special seal. Sadly, no one could identify which clan or family it came from. So I'll leave it in your hands. Seeing as they originally meant it for you.

For a moment, Y/N's eyes glanced at the envelope with the special seal from the second floor administrator, but her eyes went back to the neatly written letter.

I'll be honest, I will miss you and I don't want to leave your side, but I believe it's best that we part in our ways. I've already been quite a burden to you. You always earn more between the two of us, and I always hold you back. I'll never understand why you treat me so kindly. Why do you care for me so much?

If you aren't mad and you still do care for me and you want to bid our last farewell. Meet me near the hell train platform by 8 am. I'll be there and I will look forward to seeing you one last time. If you choose to come by, that is.

The blacksmith traced the creases of the letter, followed by a myriad of words still trying to be processed in her head. A platoon of emotions followed, thus overwhelming her rationale.

The letter fucked her badly, even though that's not what Hockney intended to do with his letter. Although that was not his intention, it pushed Y/N to go after her roommate. But she's still hesitant and torn about the idea of it. The girl wants to go after him, but she's scared to go after him. She wants to stop him, but she's scared. She's nothing but a coward who's unfortunately very blessed by the gods.

The horned girl will admit, she is strong but not mentally strong. If only she had the courage... The courage and the will to use her body to its full potential. Unfortunately, she's holding herself back because she doesn't have the courage nor the will to push herself to her fullest.

The only thing she has is her fear and that damn curse; The fear of losing people she loves and the curse of failing to save the people she loves.

Isn't it ironic that for someone who's strong and fully capable, she's mentally weak?

And the fact that she even tried to hide that she already knew her little brother was dead; She's so desperate that she forced herself into believing her little brother was still alive. Although she didn't read the letter that finalized her brother's death, she knew that her sweet little brother didn't deserve to die in this cruel system. This cruel system of climbing the tower to satisfy their unrealistic desires has to be stopped.

Hoh died because of the tower...

For a mere second, Y/N's eyes widened at the realization. Her supposed idea of curse suddenly vanished. An ample of blames that she kept pointing towards herself vanished along with the idea of the curse.

It was never her fault. It was the tower's fault.

If she wanted to save the last person she cared about. She had to save them from the cruel system of climbing the tower to satisfy their unrealistic desires.

Y/N had to save Hockney from the cruel hands of his desires and the tower.

ㅤ▬▬ 𝕱𝐢𝐧.𝕮𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 7
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