“I'm nothing to you—” Yiseo whispered with difficulty.
Even as she said it, she felt a twinge in her throat. Had she thought, even in a moment like this, that she would be special to him? She was no more than his emotional trash bin. If she was guilty of anything, it was just the one thing: that she dared to succumb to a love that wasn’t attainable.
But she now had to give it up. It was time for her to end this love she started secretively, with her own hands.