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Yoona cried and cried, until she felt that she could cry no more.

She could try to make sense of it all, try to make sense of Changmin – but she couldn’t. She couldn’t even find a reason to even comprehend it.

They were too different and too alike at the same time; an imperfect balance of each other, too volatile and stable to come together. He didn’t rush out and run to reach her, and she didn’t look back. There was no striking , no debates or fights building up to a grand, romantic finale.

Life went on as though none of it ever ensued in the first place. Like it was a joke, except it wasn’t. No, not at all.

He continued to look at her and Yoona continued to look back at him, but they were different and everyone could see the hefty shift:

He had gotten too close and she wasn't open; wasn't ready for ‘what could be’.

So Yoona ignored it, ignored the entire declaration, like she ignored everything else.

And Changmin clamped his mouth shut, living on the days normally because he wasn