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Nayeon stood in the center of the living room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.  For ten years, this room had been a quiet home for the two of them.  She quietly watched her girlfriend pack up the remains of their life together.  Looking around the apartment, the space felt stripped down to half its size.  Jeongyeon had already loaded her belongings into cardboard boxes.  What remained were only the things Nayeon specifically wanted to keep, or the unwanted items the taller girl chose to leave behind. Outside, the afternoon light was fading.  Nayeon watched through the window as the taller girl carried another stack out of the trunk of her car.  The quiet in the apartment felt almost physical, a heavy weight settling over the room. Walking into the kitchen, Nayeon stared at the drying rack beside the sink.  Where two ceramic mugs usually sat side by side, only one remained.  The matching light green mug, which she had painstakingly crafted for Jeongyeon's birthday was already packed away, hidden in a box in the trunk of the car.  She glanced at the hallway wall. Bright, unfaded rectangles of paint showed where framed pictures used to hang.  The photos left behind were mostly of Nayeon alone, along with a few anniversary portraits.  Pictures of their trip in Paris, Jeju, and New York still hung on the wall, serving as a heavy reminder of a shared life that Jeongyeon was leaving behind.  For years, Nayeon had always imagined that the end of a long relationship would be violent and dramatic.  She expected broken dishes on the floor, loud screaming matches echoing off the walls, and endless tears.  Instead, there was only this deafening silence. Stepping out onto the porch, she watched as Jeongyeon loaded the final box and slammed the trunk shut.  The sound echoed down the quiet street.  The taller girl turned and walked up the steps.  Her eyes, which used to hold so much love, looked exhausted now.  Nayeon knew the person standing before her was no longer her Jeongyeon.  The Jeongyeon she remembered was sweet and gentle—the girl who cried at the airport when Nayeon left for a short business trip to Tokyo.  That Jeongyeon would never leave like this.  That Jeongyeon would be standing here with a bouquet of tulips, begging to talk things through, doing anything humanly possible to win her back.  Then again, Nayeon supposed she was no longer the Nayeon that the taller girl remembered either.  The old Nayeon would be sobbing uncontrollably on the floor, clutching her coat, begging her to stay so they could fix this together.  That Nayeon would have done everything in her power to keep her from walking away.  Perhaps they simply were not those people anymore.  She was no longer the girl Jeongyeon had loved for ten years, and the woman standing before her was not the same person she had cherished for a decade.  They had never resembled themselves less than they did right now.  They were merely ghosts inhabiting the bodies of the people they used to love.
Nayeon stood in the center of the living room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. For ten years, this room had been a quiet home for the two of them. She quietly watched her girlfriend pack up the remains of their life together. Looking around the apartment, the space felt stripped down to half its size. Jeongyeon had already loaded her belongings into cardboard boxes. What remained were only the things Nayeon specifically wanted to keep, or the unwanted items the taller girl chose to leave behind. Outside, the afternoon light was fading. Nayeon watched through the window as the taller girl carried another stack out of the trunk of her car. The quiet in the apartment felt almost physical, a heavy weight settling over the room. Walking into the kitchen, Nayeon stared at the drying rack beside the sink. Where two ceramic mugs usually sat side by side, only one remained. The matching light green mug, which she had painstakingly crafted for Jeongyeon's birthday was already packed away, hidden in a box in the trunk of the car. She glanced at the hallway wall. Bright, unfaded rectangles of paint showed where framed pictures used to hang. The photos left behind were mostly of Nayeon alone, along with a few anniversary portraits. Pictures of their trip in Paris, Jeju, and New York still hung on the wall, serving as a heavy reminder of a shared life that Jeongyeon was leaving behind. For years, Nayeon had always imagined that the end of a long relationship would be violent and dramatic. She expected broken dishes on the floor, loud screaming matches echoing off the walls, and endless tears. Instead, there was only this deafening silence. Stepping out onto the porch, she watched as Jeongyeon loaded the final box and slammed the trunk shut. The sound echoed down the quiet street. The taller girl turned and walked up the steps. Her eyes, which used to hold so much love, looked exhausted now. Nayeon knew the person standing before her was no longer her Jeongyeon. The Jeongyeon she remembered was sweet and gentle—the girl who cried at the airport when Nayeon left for a short business trip to Tokyo. That Jeongyeon would never leave like this. That Jeongyeon would be standing here with a bouquet of tulips, begging to talk things through, doing anything humanly possible to win her back. Then again, Nayeon supposed she was no longer the Nayeon that the taller girl remembered either. The old Nayeon would be sobbing uncontrollably on the floor, clutching her coat, begging her to stay so they could fix this together. That Nayeon would have done everything in her power to keep her from walking away. Perhaps they simply were not those people anymore. She was no longer the girl Jeongyeon had loved for ten years, and the woman standing before her was not the same person she had cherished for a decade. They had never resembled themselves less than they did right now. They were merely ghosts inhabiting the bodies of the people they used to love. "I love you," Jeongyeon whispered softly. For a brief second, Nayeon saw a glimpse of the girl she had fallen in love with all those years ago. "I love you," Nayeon whispered back. They stood still for a moment. Jeongyeon turned to walk away, took a few steps, then paused. She turned back and pulled Nayeon into a passionate, lingering kiss. Nayeon kissed her back with everything she had left. "I love you," Jeongyeon breathed as she pulled away. "I love you," Nayeon said for the last time. Jeongyeon offered one final look before getting inside her car and driving away. Standing on the front porch, she watched the love of her life—the woman who held her entire heart—slip right through her fingers. As the distant sound of the engine faded into nothingness, Nayeon cluthced her chest, finally allowing her tears to fall freely. She wept in the silence Jeongyeon had left behind, holding tight to the lingering taste of their last kiss on her lips. #wlw #twice #2yeon #nayeon #jeongyeon

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