When The Lines Begin To Blur

(Kuruha's POV)

Previously… Yehoshua walked away after seeing the truth she tried to hide. Now, in the quiet that follows heartbreak, Kuruha is left with the weight of her own choices—and the boy she may have lost forever.

I watched him walk away.

Not once did he look back.

Even as the tears fell down my cheeks…

Even when I reached out…

He never turned around.

And I couldn't blame him.

Because I was the one who shattered everything.

I stood there outside the café, frozen, my hand still half-raised, as if trying to grasp something already gone.

Yehoshua's footsteps faded into the distance, and with every step he took, it felt like I was losing a part of myself I'd never get back.

When I got home, I shut myself in my room and cried into my pillow—

The kind of crying you don't want anyone to hear.

The kind you don't deserve to be comforted for.

I cheated.

I hurt him.

I ruined everything.

And now… I couldn't even find the courage to explain why.

Was I selfish?

Was it fear?

Or did I just fall for someone who came at the wrong time?

Even I didn't know anymore.

But I knew one thing:

I broke the boy who once looked at me like I was his whole world.

The next day at school, everything felt… off.

He didn't meet me at the gate.

Didn't glance my way.

Didn't even acknowledge my presence.

I walked into the classroom, heart racing, eyes scanning for him—and there he was.

Yehoshua.

But not my Yehoshua.

He sat silently in his seat, expression cold, eyes distant, hands calmly writing in his notebook like nothing around him mattered anymore.

When our eyes met for a brief second, I felt it.

The wall.

That invisible barrier I had built…

It now stood between us like a wall of ice.

And I had no idea how to melt it.

I walked toward him, uncertain, my fingers trembling as I held my bag.

"Uhm… Yeho…" I whispered.

He didn't smile.

Didn't even blink.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice flat, emotionless.

That tone—

It hurt more than any angry words could.

"I… I just wanted to talk."

"Well, I don't."

He didn't raise his voice.

He didn't lash out.

But that calm coldness pierced straight through me.

I stood there… helpless.

A second passed. Then another.

He didn't look at me again.

And I realized…

He meant it.

He really didn't want to hear me anymore.

So I walked away.

But every step I took felt like I was leaving behind something I'd never deserve to have again.

Later that day, I followed him to the rooftop.

I didn't mean to.

My feet just… moved.

The wind tugged at my sleeves as I peeked from behind the door, heart caught in my throat.

He was standing there, silent, looking out at the horizon.

The same boy who once smiled just from holding my hand…

Now stood still like a shadow of himself.

And I did that.

I broke the boy who once stayed in the rain just to make me smile.

I broke the one person who truly saw me.

Now, all I could do was watch from a distance—

The same way he used to watch me walk away.

I clutched my chest, trying to breathe.

"What have I done…?"

And the worst part?

I didn't know if I could ever fix it.

Or if he would ever let me try.

He doesn't owe me forgiveness.

And maybe… I don't deserve it either.

Once, he was the only one who chased after me.

Now I'm the one chasing ghosts.

But if there's even the smallest chance…

That someday, somehow, he might look at me again…

Then I'll wait.