His POV

As I laid eyes upon you, a glimmer of hope ignited within me, the ember of longing flickering in the depths of my heart. I couldn't help but wonder if you were here to plead for another chance, to beg for forgiveness. So, I hastily requested Noah to retrieve my phone from my room and approached you, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism coursing through my veins.

"Why are you here?" I questioned; my voice laced with a tinge of bitterness. Without giving you a chance to respond, I continued, the words rolling off my tongue with a hardened resolve. "I think I was clear enough yesterday. You are not going to get another chance. Then why on earth are you here?"

A flicker of sadness crossed your eyes, the depths of your emotion hidden beneath a veil of guarded vulnerability. "Your secretary didn't tell you?" you started, your voice trembling with a blend of hesitation and determination. "Whom did you come here to meet?" you asked, your eyes searching mine for a glimpse of understanding.

"I came here to meet the wedding planner," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of disbelief and confusion.

"Exactly," you stated, your finger pointing towards yourself. The shock coursed through me, threatening to knock me off balance. Was it possible that you were telling the truth? Could it be that fate had brought us back together in this whirlwind of emotions?

However, doubt crept in along with the glimmer of hope. I couldn't bring myself to fully trust your words, haunted by the past wounds that still lingered within my shattered heart. Before I could voice my skepticism, Noah appeared, breaking the charged silence that enveloped us.

"Noah, is she the wedding planner?" I inquired, seeking validation from the one person who had been by my side through it all.

"Yeah, she is," he confirmed, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

"Then change the wedding planner," I commanded, my words laced with a stubborn determination.

"But she is the best," Noah interjected, his voice tinged with a touch of reason.

"I don't need the best. I am happy with the second best," I rebutted, unwilling to compromise my resolve.

"You guys can't change the wedding planner now. You have already signed the contract with me. If you cancel without my will, then I have the power to sue you," you stated, your voice filled with a combination of defiance and a hidden plea. I turned to Noah, searching for confirmation, and his nod assured me that your words held weight.

A sigh of disappointment escaped my lips, my heart heavy with the realization that I was bound by the decisions of the past.

"I will just go to my room now," you announced, as if defeated, prepared to retreat from the chaos that surrounded us. But before you could take another step, Noah posed a question that pierced the thin veil of secrecy that veiled our tangled history.

"How do you know where you have to go?" he inquired; his voice filled with curiosity.

"How will I not? I know everything about this house, after all, I lived here for a month three years ago," you replied, the vulnerability in your voice echoing the pain that had permeated our shared past.

"Three years ago! Does that mean... that... you are his ex?" Noah questioned, oblivious to the raw emotions that hung heavily between us, woven into the fabric of our entangled lives.

In that moment, for the first time in three years, our eyes locked, a connection forged from fractured memories and unspoken anguish. Our gazes held the weight of our shared history, a silent testament to the love we had once shared, now mired by the depths of hatred that burned within my eyes.

I knew you could see the depth of my resentment, the anguish that consumed me. I wanted you to feel the pain you had inflicted upon me, to understand the depths of despair I had experienced in your absence. I wanted you to comprehend the magnitude of your actions and the irrevocable damage they had caused.

However, as the cold gaze I directed towards you met your eyes, I couldn't help but notice a glimmer of sadness reflected within them. Somewhere beneath the facade of indifference, I recognized a flicker of remorse, a flicker that both soothed and exacerbated my wounded spirit.

You had not been there when I needed you the most, and now I yearned to make you understand the agony of abandonment. I vowed to myself that you would bear witness to the pain you had brought upon me, for in that pain, I sought a bitter sense of solace.

Her POV

The weight of your disdain bore into my soul, your eyes piercing through my facade, exposing the fractures of my regrets. In that instant, I wished so desperately to bridge the chasm that had formed between us, to wash away the pain and plant the seeds of understanding. But it seemed that no words I could offer would be enough to extinguish the flames of your anger.

As we stood there, caught in the crossfire of unresolved emotions, the world around us faded into insignificance. Noah's question hung in the air like a melancholic symphony, demanding answers that I struggled to provide. Memories of our past intermingled with the present, intertwining in a tangle of emotions that defied easy explanation.

Noah's eyes flickered between us, sensing the intensifying storm within. But your stance remained resolute, your heart barricaded behind walls of mistrust and fractured pride. The tears welled in my eyes, desperate for an outlet, a release from the torment of the years we had spent apart.

"You don't understand," I pleaded, my voice quivering, but my words falling upon deaf ears. "Please, let me explain. Let me show you the truth."

But your obstinacy lingered, your heart overshadowed by the shadows of our fractured past. You shook your head, your gaze never faltering, your jaw set in defiance. "I've heard enough," you stated coldly, your words a shield against the vulnerability that threatened to fracture your resolve. "There's nothing left to say."

The weight of your dismissal pressed against my chest, bruising my battered heart. All hope seemed to dissipate before me as I watched you retreat, leaving me stranded in a sea of unresolved emotions. Tears streamed down my face, each drop a testament to the pain that had consumed me but remained unseen and unheard.

Seeking solace, I retreated to my assigned room, its walls closing in on me like a prison cell. The emptiness of the space echoed the hollowness within my heart. I collapsed onto the bed, swallowed by the crushing weight of regret and longing.

Tears flowed freely as I whispered to myself, my voice mingling with the heart-wrenching sobs that convulsed through me. "What have I done? How did it come to this?" I asked the empty room, my voice a mere echo of the endless questions that plagued my tormented soul.

In the solitude of that moment, the memories flooded back with unrestrained force. I recalled the laughter we had shared, the dreams we had woven together. But those memories now seemed distant and fractured, like shards of glass embedded in my bleeding heart.

"I loved you," I confessed to the walls, the words torn from the depths of my fragile being. "I still love you," I whispered, as if the confession would somehow lessen the ache that clutched at my chest. The realization of my mistakes washed over me like a tidal wave, eroding the foundation of my self-assurance.

As I lay there, tears staining my face and regrets etching themselves in my heart, I made a vow to myself. I would not let go of you without a fight. Though the odds seemed insurmountable, I would try to regain your trust, to mend the broken fragments of our shattered love.

With a renewed determination, I wiped away my tears and gathered my strength. I knew that convincing you would be an uphill battle, but I refused to give up without a fight.

The following day marked the beginning of my preparations for your wedding. It pained me to take part in the event that symbolized the loss of our love, but it also offered a glimmer of hope, a small window of opportunity to reach into the depths of your heart.

As I stepped into the grand ballroom, I found myself wondering what would have become of us if only I didn't leave.

Determined to push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand, I approached the Noah. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, perhaps sensing the unspoken anguish that painted my features. But he quickly resumed his professional demeanor, ready to guide me through the endless details of the event.

Together, we poured over each element of the wedding, from the flowers to the table settings, all carefully selected to create the perfect ambiance. As we worked, I found myself retelling stories of the past, of moments I had shared with you in this very ballroom. The memories gushed forth, unguarded and raw, as if trying to melt the ice that encased our love.

In the evening, after a fruitless day of planning, I found myself alone in my room once more, the weight of despair threatening to crush my spirit. I looked into the mirror, staring into my own tear-stained eyes, searching for answers that seemed forever out of reach.

"Why couldn't you see?" I whispered to my reflection, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desperation. "Why didn't you listen?" I questioned, the words echoing in the empty room.

As I let the floodgates of my emotions open, the anguish that had consumed me for so long spilled out, painting the walls with my tears. I crumbled to the floor; my body wracked with sobs that seemed to shake my very being. The pain of losing you, of losing us, reverberated through every fiber of my being.

I looked out of the window and the moon looked like it was lonely. The cold breeze was soothing enough to make me want to go out in the serene garden.

As I came there, I saw you looking at the moon. We stood there in silence, the weight of our unresolved history hanging heavily in the air. I mustered my courage, breaking the silence that had threatened to consume us.

"Jungkook," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. 

"Will ever let me leave in peace?" you exclaimed, your voice laced with bitterness and hatred.

"I know I can never erase the pain of the past, but I want you to know how deeply sorry I am. I was lost, blind to the love we once shared. But I've learned from my mistakes, and I've spent every moment since trying to make amends."

You turned to face me, your eyes searching mine, a flicker of something unnamable dancing in their depths. For a moment, I dared to hope, to believe that you were finally beginning to see past the layers of resentment that had separated us.

But as quickly as the hope appeared, it vanished, replaced by the icy walls that guarded your heart. "It's too late," you said, your voice tinged with a sorrow that matched my own. "I cannot trust again, not after everything that has transpired."

The weight of your words crashed upon me, threatening to shatter the remnants of my hopeful resolve. But deep within me, I knew that I could not give up, that our love was worth fighting for, even in the face of your resistance.

I vowed to myself that I would find a way to break through the barriers surrounding your heart. I would persist, unwavering in my pursuit of your forgiveness, in the hope of rekindling the flame of our love.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Novelist Susanna