As you walk through the crowded streets, the weight of guilt settles heavy on your shoulders. The chill of the evening air does little to cool the burning sensation of anxiety that courses through your veins. You clutch your phone tightly, feeling the weight of the truth it holds, a truth you've been desperately trying to evade.
The memory of Jeonghan's face, twisted in disbelief and betrayal, haunts your every step. How could you have been so reckless? So careless with his heart? You know there's no excuse for your actions, yet you can't shake the sickening feeling that consumes you.
You recall the moment he confronted you, the pain evident in his eyes as he held up the damning photograph. "Is this true?" His voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through you like a knife. You wanted to deny it, to beg for forgiveness, but the truth hung heavy between you like a dark cloud, suffocating any chance of redemption.
"I trusted you," he muttered, his words laced with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "I thought we had something real."