He didn’t move.
Didn’t nod. Didn’t deny it.
Just stared at me like I was some curse sent to destroy him.
The ache in my chest twisted into something jagged.
“You feel it,” I said again, a little louder. “Iknowyou do.”
Still nothing.
Only silence.
I took a shaky breath.
“You told me once that someone like me wasn’t meant for someone like you. That I was… too human. Too soft. Not worth the risk.”
My laugh came bitter, broken.
“I didn’t believe you then. Not really. But now—” I looked down at the mark still pulsing with fate on my skin, then back up at him. “Now I think you meant every word.”
His lips parted, barely. As if he wanted to speak. But no words came.
And I… I couldn’t stand there another second.
So I turned.
I turned before the tears could fall, before the scream in my chest could claw its way out, before I begged him tosee me.
Because the bond might’ve chosen me for him.
But he hadn’t.
And that was the cruelest truth of all.
Taeyang
Denial is a quite death of Love
The moment her mark lit up like a damn sunrise, I should’ve stepped forward. I should’ve reached for her—touchedher, claimed her,anything. But I stood there like a coward with a blade at my throat, too frozen, too afraid, too fuckingdamned.
Her eyes were glowing. Full of wonder. Hope.
Until they weren’t.
Until she looked at me like I was the one who shattered it all.
And maybe I was.
Because I said nothing. Did nothing.
I let her turn away.
I watched her walk off with her head bowed and her shoulders trembling, and every step she took away from me felt like something inside me was being peeled apart—layer by brutal, bleeding layer.
She thinks I don’t want her.
And gods help me… I almost let her believe that.
