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three years. three years of karina memorizing how minjeong likes her coffee, how she tucks her face into karina’s neck when she’s scared, how she says i love you like it’s a secret only they get to hear. karina loves her so much it feels like carrying glass—too tight and it breaks, too loose and it falls. she cannot breathe without her. cannot imagine a morning where she does not wake up to her. but the fear lives in her bones. every night, when minjeong’s breathing goes soft and steady, karina cries quiet tears that soak the pillow. she holds minjeong tighter, like she’s trying to fuse them into one person, so minjeong can never slip away. one night, minjeong stirs, feels the wetness on karina’s arm. she lifts her head, voice sleepy and soft. “karina… why are you crying again?” karina swallows hard, tries to hide it. “nothing. go back to sleep.” “tell me.” minjeong brushes the hair off her damp face. “you know you can tell me anything.” karina’s throat closes up. “what if you wake up one day… and realize you don’t want me anymore? what if you find someone easier? someone who doesn’t break apart like this?” minjeong leans in, presses her forehead to karina’s, her own eyes glistening. “i chose you. i chose your heart, even the parts that are scared. i’m not going anywhere. i will choose you every single day until i can’t anymore.” “promise?” karina whispers, trembling. “i promise.” minjeong kisses her lips, soft and sure. “forever.” but promises don’t quiet the voices. they whisper louder: she’ll leave. everyone does. you’ll be alone. then it’s thursday. nothing out of the ordinary. they cooked dinner together, danced slow in the kitchen to an old song, kissed goodnight like they always did. minjeong falls asleep curled into karina’s side, one hand resting over karina’s heart. karina stares at her for hours. every beat of her heart hurts. if she leaves me… i won’t survive it. if i go first… maybe it won’t hurt so much. she moves like she’s made of glass herself. slow, careful, terrified of waking her. she packs nothing but a shirt and the worn bracelet minjeong gave her on their first anniversary. she takes off the silver ring—worn smooth from three years of touching, holding, loving—and sets it down right where minjeong’s fingers will find it first. she leans down, kisses minjeong’s cheek, and tears fall onto her skin. “i’m sorry. i love you more than the stars. i just… i’m so scared you’ll leave me. so i left first.” minjeong mumbles something in her sleep, reaches out blindly, and grabs karina’s shirt. “don’t go… karina… don’t leave me…” karina’s whole body breaks. she wants to drop everything, climb back in, hold her until the fear dies. but she pulls away, one finger at a time, like she’s tearing off her own skin. she steps out the door, closes it so soft it hurts, and leans against it until her knees give out. she drives away without looking back. sobbing so hard her ribs ache, screaming into the dark, hating herself more than anything. she thought she was saving herself. she didn’t know she was destroying the only home she ever had. hours later, minjeong wakes up to cold sheets. she reaches out, finds only the ring. she picks it up, and it’s still warm—still holding the heat of karina’s hand. she calls her name, once, soft and shaky. then again, louder, until it cracks into a sob that echoes through every empty room. karina is still driving, nowhere to go, tears blurring every light. she left because she was scared of being left. and now she’s the reason minjeong is crying alone, holding the ring that was supposed to mean forever. :🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ #winrinaau #wlw #fyp #damn
three years. three years of karina memorizing how minjeong likes her coffee, how she tucks her face into karina’s neck when she’s scared, how she says i love you like it’s a secret only they get to hear. karina loves her so much it feels like carrying glass—too tight and it breaks, too loose and it falls. she cannot breathe without her. cannot imagine a morning where she does not wake up to her. but the fear lives in her bones. every night, when minjeong’s breathing goes soft and steady, karina cries quiet tears that soak the pillow. she holds minjeong tighter, like she’s trying to fuse them into one person, so minjeong can never slip away. one night, minjeong stirs, feels the wetness on karina’s arm. she lifts her head, voice sleepy and soft. “karina… why are you crying again?” karina swallows hard, tries to hide it. “nothing. go back to sleep.” “tell me.” minjeong brushes the hair off her damp face. “you know you can tell me anything.” karina’s throat closes up. “what if you wake up one day… and realize you don’t want me anymore? what if you find someone easier? someone who doesn’t break apart like this?” minjeong leans in, presses her forehead to karina’s, her own eyes glistening. “i chose you. i chose your heart, even the parts that are scared. i’m not going anywhere. i will choose you every single day until i can’t anymore.” “promise?” karina whispers, trembling. “i promise.” minjeong kisses her lips, soft and sure. “forever.” but promises don’t quiet the voices. they whisper louder: she’ll leave. everyone does. you’ll be alone. then it’s thursday. nothing out of the ordinary. they cooked dinner together, danced slow in the kitchen to an old song, kissed goodnight like they always did. minjeong falls asleep curled into karina’s side, one hand resting over karina’s heart. karina stares at her for hours. every beat of her heart hurts. if she leaves me… i won’t survive it. if i go first… maybe it won’t hurt so much. she moves like she’s made of glass herself. slow, careful, terrified of waking her. she packs nothing but a shirt and the worn bracelet minjeong gave her on their first anniversary. she takes off the silver ring—worn smooth from three years of touching, holding, loving—and sets it down right where minjeong’s fingers will find it first. she leans down, kisses minjeong’s cheek, and tears fall onto her skin. “i’m sorry. i love you more than the stars. i just… i’m so scared you’ll leave me. so i left first.” minjeong mumbles something in her sleep, reaches out blindly, and grabs karina’s shirt. “don’t go… karina… don’t leave me…” karina’s whole body breaks. she wants to drop everything, climb back in, hold her until the fear dies. but she pulls away, one finger at a time, like she’s tearing off her own skin. she steps out the door, closes it so soft it hurts, and leans against it until her knees give out. she drives away without looking back. sobbing so hard her ribs ache, screaming into the dark, hating herself more than anything. she thought she was saving herself. she didn’t know she was destroying the only home she ever had. hours later, minjeong wakes up to cold sheets. she reaches out, finds only the ring. she picks it up, and it’s still warm—still holding the heat of karina’s hand. she calls her name, once, soft and shaky. then again, louder, until it cracks into a sob that echoes through every empty room. karina is still driving, nowhere to go, tears blurring every light. she left because she was scared of being left. and now she’s the reason minjeong is crying alone, holding the ring that was supposed to mean forever. :🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ #winrinaau #wlw #fyp #damn

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