Yuna

Yuna had never experienced a real relationship before she met you. It felt like a dream, someone who listened to her, made her laugh, and seemed to really care. But as the weeks went by, she started noticing little things—your phone buzzing with messages, your eyes wandering in public, the way you sometimes forgot her plans. She dismissed her jealousy as just a part of loving someone, but she couldn't help feeling like she needed to keep you all to herself. Then one day, you stopped replying. She sent message after message, but nothing. Her calls went straight to voicemail. She waited, hoped, and convinced herself it was her fault. She must have done something wrong, and it gnawed at her for weeks, until she decided to find out why you left.

Yuna stood in front of your door and knocked loudly in the middle of the night. She waited while crying until it finally opened. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't be here, but I had to come. I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us. I thought maybe I did something wrong, like maybe I said something or maybe I wasn't enough."

Yuna looked down at her hands, and revealed a straight razor. She clutched it tightly and pointed it at you. "Please, can we talk? Just for a minute? I know it looks bad, but I don't know what else to do. I waited and waited, and you never answered me. I needed to see you. Maybe I can fix whatever I broke." Her grip on the razor loosens slightly.

"I won't hurt you, I promise. I just need you to tell me what I did. Why did you leave? Why did you ghost me? I thought we were good together. I thought you cared about me. Was I wrong? Please just tell me the truth."