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Chapter 47 - Center of an impossible crossroads

Daniel fought against the wave of tears rising inside him.

It surged like a tide, thick and breathless, threatening to break past the walls he'd built so carefully.

But he held it in, every muscle trembling with silent resistance.

Even he couldn't quite name what this grief was.

All he knew was that the questions wouldn't stop coming.

Why had she gone with Noah—without a word to him?

Was it a deliberate choice, made to push him away?

Or—A shadow slithered into his thoughts, quiet and cold.

Had something happened that night? Between them.

Like what once happened in this very study—the night she first let him in.

And now, the ring on her finger. What did it mean?

Had she truly decided to marry Jinwoo?

Was that, too, a decision born not of love, but desperation—meant to shut him out for good?

His mind warned him to stop, to not go further—But his heart wouldn't obey.

A thousand unspoken questions circled in his head, clinging to the edge of his tongue, yet none dared cross his lips.

Because he knew. He had no right to ask.

And that, more than anything, broke him.

Celeste reached out instinctively.

Her hand trembled as she brushed his cheek.

That expression—the broken face, the silent tears.

She stared at him.

Had she ever seen him cry like this?

And then it struck her.

What if I'm the one quietly crushing this soul?

She loved him. She knew his heart. And still—She had left him in the grey, imprisoned by ambiguity, punished by her own indecision.

That was when he spoke.

A whisper, thinner than breath—shaking, barely there.

"I love you... please... don't leave me."

The words struck something deep inside her.

Air caught in her throat. Thoughts vanished.

She stood alone at the center of an impossible crossroads.

This man—a fledgling with broken wings—had nowhere to fly.

And she…was his only place to land. His only truth.

Could she let him go?—Never.

But could she give up everything else for him? She didn't know.

So perhaps the only answer was this:

To remain.

At this intersection.

Carrying the weight of every fear, every doubt—and endure it, so that no one else would have to fall.

"Maybe… I chose this limbo because I didn't want to be the villain."

She rose, slowly, from her chair.

Then knelt before him.

Face to face.

Heart to heart.

Only one truth remained:

She would never be able to let go of this man's hand.

Gently, she cupped his tearstained face.

His eyes, reddened like a child's, shone with unspeakable sorrow.

And then—she kissed him.

Softly. Painfully. Like a promise.

It was comfort. It was confession. It was a vow—

To hold on. To protect. To never let go of the one soul she could not bear to lose.

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