When The Moon Loved The Devil

broken pieces

rose pov's

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At times, there was a strange hint of care in his words… and then, from the same lips, came a hatred sharp enough to tear my heart apart.

He didn't even spare me a glance… as if I didn't exist at all. He simply walked toward the door. Without turning back, without saying a word, he left my room.

The sound of the door closing echoed deep within me… and in that very moment, all the emotions I had been holding back shattered and poured out.

A sob finally broke out of me, as if I couldn't hold myself back anymore. The tears just wouldn't stop… each one echoing every word he had said.

I was angry… so damn angry. At him… and even more at myself.

There was this strange disgust I felt toward myself like I had lost who I was, like I had fallen in my own eyes.

Trying to release that anger and suffocation, I yanked the bedsheet off in one sharp motion. It fell to the floor, crumpled and tangled… just like me.

I started grabbing whatever was nearby and throwing it away. The things on the table, the chair, the pillows… anything I could get my hands on I hurled it to the floor without a second thought.

The room slowly began to fall apart… everything shifting out of place, just like the balance inside me had completely shattered.

I threw each item in anger, as if with every strike, I was forcing my pain out…

Within moments, the entire room was wrecked. Scattered belongings everywhere… broken pieces… and me, standing right in the middle of it all—

Breathing heavily… eyes red… and a heart that was completely broken.

Sobbing uncontrollably, I dropped to my knees. My hands pressed against the floor, fingers gripping it tightly as if I was trying to keep myself from falling apart.

"Why… why does this always happen to me…?" My voice trembled, my breaths uneven and broken.

(What does he even want from me…? One moment, he makes it feel like love… and the next, he makes me doubt that very feeling… )

I was shaking completely, my heart pounding uncontrollably. I shook my head, tears streaming endlessly down my face. My fingers clenched tighter.

"If you want to hate me… then why not do it with all your heart? Why…?"

I pressed my lips together, but the tears only fell faster. My voice began to break, every word scattering apart.

"One moment, he gives me peace… and the very next, he snatches it away… why…? why, christian… why…?"

My breath hitched… my chest rising and falling as I cried uncontrollably. Hiccups tangled between my words, breaking them apart.

My cries echoed through the entire room… I bent down to the floor, curling into myself, sobbing loudly as if all the pain buried inside me had finally decided to spill out.

I was still crying… the hiccups refusing to stop. And then—

''Knock! Knock!"

A soft knock echoed at the door…

"rose, are you okay?" a girl's gentle voice called from outside.

The moment I heard her voice, I quickly pulled myself together like someone had dragged me back to reality.

I hurriedly wiped my tears, rubbing my eyes with my palms to hide the redness. Taking a deep breath… I tried my best to appear normal.

Then slowly, I got up and walked toward the door…

For a moment, my hand paused on the handle. I closed my eyes, taking a long, deep breath… and then, I opened the door.

A girl stood in front of me.

She was wearing a black dress simple, yet incredibly graceful… enhancing her presence effortlessly.

Her silky, soft hair swayed gently with the breeze, a few strands repeatedly brushing against her lips as she unconsciously tried to tuck them away.

Her makeup was minimal… just enough to let her natural beauty shine through.

She was beautiful undeniably so—but the concern in her eyes stood out even more than her looks.

The moment her gaze fell on me, she stepped slightly forward, her brows knitting together… as if she had read all the hidden pain on my face in just one glance.

" elara … you?" I said

my voice still slightly heavy.

"rose… are you okay?" elara asked immediately, her concern evident in her tone. "I just saw master leaving your room… he looked really angry… did something happen again?"

As she spoke, she gently placed her hand on my shoulder. There was a strange comfort in her soft touch… yet the worry on her face was unmistakable, her brows drawn together.

I took a deep breath.

"What could possibly happen, elara…"

My voice was low. I looked away for a moment… then back at her—

"You know very well… what master is like…"

A bitter smile touched my lips, though it didn't last long. "He appears one way… but is something entirely different inside Sometimes, there's care… and then, there's hatred…"

My voice softened, and for a brief moment, that same emotion flickered in my eyes—

But the very next second, my gaze hardened again. The ache returned to my voice. elara just kept looking at me… there was understanding in her eyes… and helplessness too.

"elara…"

I said softly, my voice beginning to break—

"What kind of person is he…?" My eyes welled up again. "Who breaks me… every single time, even before trying to understand me…"

elara stepped a little closer to me… and gently placed both her hands on my cheeks.

Her hands were cold… yet there was a strange comfort in that coolness. As if it was calming the storm burning inside me… soothing it.

"Sometimes… not understanding a person becomes the biggest mistake, my little fairy…"

Her voice was soft, yet every word carried depth—as if she wasn't just explaining, she was holding me together.

She softly caressed my cheeks—

"Some people are not what they appear to be… and some emotions are not what they seem to express…"

I looked into her eyes. There was a certain wisdom in them… as if she knew things I couldn't yet understand.

"And sometimes… a person gets so tangled up fighting their own battles… that they forget they're hurting the one standing in front of them…" Her fingers were still resting on my cheeks—soft, comforting.

"Not every harshness comes from hatred, rose… sometimes… it's incomplete love… something they never learned how to hold onto… or perhaps couldn't, because of a misunderstanding."

She lowered her head slightly, her voice turning even gentler.

I just kept looking at her… The storm inside me seemed to pause, if only for a moment. I stood there in silence, listening to her words.

"But…"

She gently wiped my tears—

"But what, elara?" I asked softly.

She smiled. "But that doesn't mean you keep breaking every time… If love doesn't give you peace, then it isn't love—it becomes a war. And not every war is meant to be fought. "

she took a deep breath "You know, when a person is in pain, they should turn that pain into their strength… not their weakness. Do you understand?"

There was firmness in her voice now.

A few tears slipped from my eyes again… but this time, I smiled.

Because I felt a sense of peace in her words. In this palace, if there was anyone I could truly call my own… it was only elara. Ever since I came here, she had loved me like her own little sister. She used to call me rose… because she knew how much I hated the name rose.

My lips trembled, and my eyes welled up again. My voice carried both pain… and anger. ( he's a coward. There's no heart inside him… just stone )

My lips were trembling. ( He never loved me… it was all just a pretense. If it were love, he wouldn't humiliate me like this. )

( What kind of love is this… that changes every single moment? )

To be continued....