Yang Lina couldn't understand where she had gone wrong. She had loved him with all her heart, given him everything she had, and yet he had betrayed her so easily, so carelessly, with the person she had once called her best friend. The weight of his betrayal crushed her, and the absence of remorse in his eyes made it unbearable. How could he? How could someone she had trusted so completely look at her as if she were the one at fault?
Her legs carried her down the dimly lit road without a destination in mind. The world around her was alive with the hum of engines and the glow of headlights, but her own world had gone still—still as dawn, but as dark as the dusk that now enveloped her. Each flicker of light from passing cars seemed to draw out pieces of her memories, playing them like an old film in her mind. There they were: the stolen smiles, the whispered promises, and the fleeting touches that had once made her feel like the center of his world. Now, those memories were ghosts, haunting her every step.
Somewhere deep within, she had known the truth long before it unraveled. But she had chosen blindness, wrapping herself in the warmth of hope and love that wasn't real. "I was the only one in love," she whispered into the night, her voice trembling with both sorrow and a newfound clarity. The realization pierced through the fog of her mind, sharp and unforgiving, but also strangely liberating. For the first time, the weight began to shift, and though it didn't vanish, it no longer suffocated her.
"I was chasing after a fool, thinking it was love," she said, her voice steady now, each word a stone dropped into the abyss of her heartbreak. "Turns out, I was in love with thin air, wishing for a fool's mistake for myself."
As the words left her lips, the clarity brought her no solace, only a cold, empty ache. She was drained—of tears, of strength, of hope. The road stretched endlessly before her, but her steps faltered. In her distraction, she didn't notice the sudden roar of an engine until it was too late.
A car veered onto the walkway, its headlights blinding and merciless. The impact came swiftly, a force that snatched her from her feet and sent her crashing to the pavement. Pain blossomed in her body like a violent storm, and she felt her breath catch, suspended between life and something else. Blood pooled around her, as the world dimmed further.
She heard hurried footsteps approaching, muffled and chaotic, but her vision was blurred, her body too weak to respond. Her mind swam in and out of consciousness, caught between the fading memories of his betrayal and the strange comfort of release. Just before her world went completely dark, she thought she saw a face—a face she had searched for, longed for, and yet had mistaken for someone else in her desperation to fill the void.
It wasn't him. It was never him. And as the darkness swallowed her whole, she understood that perhaps it was never supposed to be
"I'm sorry " the words took all the strength she could muster but it drained her and her consciousness..