Koharu returned home in silence.
The door closed behind her with a soft click, but the sound echoed too loudly in the empty apartment. She didn't turn on the lights. She didn't take off her coat. She simply stood there, phone still in her hand, the screen dark.
Her fingers moved before her mind could catch up.
She opened her gallery.
One by one, videos disappeared. Sakura on stage. Sakura smiling at fans. Sakura laughing during interviews. Deleted. Deleted. Deleted.
Her playlist followed. OG songs—every single one—gone.
Social media apps were next. Unfollow. Mute. Block.
She didn't stop to think. She didn't pause to breathe.
Posters came down from the walls, corners peeling slightly as she tore them away. The room began to look unfamiliar, bare—like OG had never existed there at all.
Only when the last poster slipped from her fingers did she freeze.
Her hands were shaking.
What am I doing? she thought distantly, as if watching herself from outside.
She didn't own Sakura.
She knew that.
She had always known that.
And yet, something inside her had cracked—quietly, painfully—when Sakura's warmth, her words, her smile had been shared so easily with others.
Koharu sank down beside the bed, her legs giving out beneath her. One poster remained in her hands—creased, slightly torn at the edges.
Sakura.
She clutched it to her chest, fingers curling into the paper as if holding onto something that was already gone.
Her vision blurred.
Tears slipped down her cheeks without warning.
She pressed her lips together, trying to stop them, but they kept coming—silent, heavy, uncontrollable.
She didn't know why she was crying.
Not exactly.
It wasn't anger anymore. It wasn't jealousy. It wasn't even love, not in a way she could name.
It was loss.
A hollow ache, deep and unfamiliar, like something precious had been taken from her—something she never truly had.
Koharu curled inward, shoulders trembling as she held the poster tighter.
The room stayed quiet, unmoving.
And in that silence, a truth slowly settled into her chest:
Whatever she felt for Sakura had changed.
And once broken, it would never return to what it was before.