The echoes of their argument still reverberated in the air as Taeyeon walked away, leaving Tiffany standing alone in the aftermath of their clash. "I can't believe you never listen!" Taeyeon's frustration spilled into the words, each one a pointed accusation. "You always make it about you!"

Tiffany, defensive and hurt, retorted, "Well, maybe if you actually shared your feelings instead of bottling them up, we wouldn't be in this mess!" The exchange escalated, a torrent of accusations and unspoken resentments flooding the space between them.

And then Tiffany uttered those fateful words, "Fine, maybe we need a break." In that moment, Taeyeon's hurting eyes locked onto Tiffany's, the pain etched across her face as if the weight of those words had physically struck her. It was a plea, a silent acknowledgment of the emotional toll those words carried.

The weight of the words settled over them, the silence that followed heavy with the realization that their connection had been stretched to its limits. Taeyeon's eyes, once filled with the warmth of love, were now clouded with a mix of sorrow and confusion, a silent question lingering in them.

The following day, the city was draped in a melancholic mist, the rain starting to fall. Fate intervened when Taeyeon and Tiffany found themselves on the same rain-soaked street. Awkward glances were exchanged, and the tension was palpable, each raindrop echoing the tear