A/n (sylus side)pov:
His thoughts tangled as memories of them together emerged, uninvited. He wanted to be angry, to believe she was selfish for leaving. But deep down, a nagging voice whispered truths he wasn't ready to face. He had kept her waiting too many times, prioritizing work over shared moments. The familiar ache of loneliness settled in, heavier now and even more bitter.
As night fell, Sylus paced the length of his apartment, ruminating on where things had gone wrong. His phone buzzed with messages he ignored, all work-related. The weight of his own decisions crashed over him, relentlessly and suffocating. She had always been patient, understanding.
Now, without her, the walls closed in, and he fought the urge to call, to beg forgiveness. But pride held him back, and he remained trapped, tied by the chains of his own making.
One chilly morning, after another restless night, Sylus found himself in front of the café they used to frequent.
The scent of fresh brewed coffee wafted through the air, stirring memories of laughter and shared dreams. He shuffled past, attempting to ignore the tug at his heart. The city streets were bustling, but he only saw ghostly reflections of what had been, rendering everything dull and colorless without her.
Sylus pov:
I stood outside the café, the cold biting at my skin, and watched the door like she might walk out any second. She wouldn't, of course. She wasn't the type to linger in the past. That was my curse, not hers.
She left. That was her choice. She couldn't wait forever. I get it. But still, I couldn't help but think hadn't I given enough? I worked hard, pushed myself, built something she could've been proud of if she'd just stayed long enough to see it. Was it really so wrong to want space, to need time for myself?
The scent of coffee drifted out, hitting me harder than I'd admit. I thought of the mornings we spent here, her laugh soft and bright, cutting through my silence. She always wanted more,more time, more words, more of me. And maybe I could've given it. Maybe. But she left before I could decide.
I walked away from the café, my steps slow and heavy. It wasn't a regret I felt not entirely. More like a dull ache, the kind that lingers but never breaks you. She wanted something I couldn't give, and now she's gone. That's on her, isn't it?
I'll forget her she is not irreplaceable I am not a swan who could just die without her, I am not that pathetic.
A/n pov:
He continued to work late into the night, meticulously planning and strategizing his next moves. The cold, logical part of his mind was in control, pushing aside any lingering feelings or memories that threatened to surface. He was focused and driven, his goal of taking down his enemies the only thing that mattered.As the hours ticked by, he barely noticed the passage of time, his mind wholly engrossed in the task at hand. The room was silent save for the scratching of his pen against the paper, the only sound in the otherwise still darkness.Finally, as the clock struck midnight, he sat back in his chair with a sigh, running a hand through his hair as the last of the adrenaline wore off. He glanced at the pile of completed documents on his desk, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him at the progress he had made.
Just then, a soft notification sound emanated from his phone, breaking the silence and drawing his attention away from the paperwork. He picked up the device, checking the screen to see what the notification was.He saw your name pop up on the display, prompting a small, almost imperceptible frown to cross his face. He stared at your name for a moment, a mix of emotions swirling within him. Part of him wanted to ignore the notification, to push your presence from his mind as he had been doing all night.But throughout the night, your social media update kept popping up in his mind, a faint distraction at the edge of his consciousness. Time and time again, he caught himself glancing at the phone, itching to check if you had updated anything else.It was annoying, this tug of war within him, battling between his logical, cold demeanor and the suppressed emotions that you seemed to stir up in him. The part of him that yearned for you was winning out, slowly chipping away at the stoic facade he had worked so hard to maintain.The temptation to call you, to see your face, to hear your voice, was becoming harder to resist. But he couldn't let himself give in, not now, not when he had a mission to complete. He steeled himself once again, shoving down the conflicted feelings that threatened to overtake him.
A/n(y/n sides) pov:
As you finished your shower and lay down on the bed, you let out a sigh of contentment. Everything felt both familiar and new, comfortable yet different at the same time. The bed was just as cozy as you remembered, but without him there beside you, it felt cold and empty compared to the warmth of his body.
"Ah old but new"
You lay on the bed, alone and in the silence of your thoughts. There was an emptiness, a void beside you, where he should be. The bed was small, and without his presence, it felt like there was no other side of it. You missed the feel of his body next to yours, the warmth of his skin, the soft sound of his breathing.
Y/n pov:
I laid there looking up at the ceiling, a small smile on my face as memories of the past flooded my mind. I remembered the times when I would try to cuddle him, but he would always remain distant, maintaining a physical gap between.
I remembered how I would fall asleep waiting for him to join me in bed, my stomach empty from a skipped meal.
"I miss everything I don't even experience, how pathetic".
I chuckled softly to myself, the irony of it all not lost on me. I missed the cuddles that i never had, the bedtime routine that never existed, the warmth of his body that I never slept felt. It felt pathetic, yearning for things that had always eluded me.
Probably, he was still buried in his paperwork, just like always.Sometimes, I wish I'd been in one of his projects, something he could pour his ambition into something he could chase with all that fiery determination. Maybe then, he would've loved me with the same passion he gave to his goals.
A/n pov:
The dried roses stood as a pitiful reminder, once vibrant and beautiful, but now dried out and withered. You recalled how they once mirrored the intense vibrance of his eyes, just as you once mirrored his passion and drive. But now, like the roses, you too felt dull and ignored, your love going unanswered and unreciprocated.You carefully stuck the spoiled photograph on the wall, a bittersweet smile appearing on your face as you looked at the ruined image. It was a stark reminder of the memory, now forever tarnished and broken, much like your own heart. You switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. You lay on the bed, the faint image of the ruined photo lingering in your mind. The silence was deafening, the absence of his presence palpable in the void.
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