Letting Go°•°•°

(A/n) : ‼️Dark situation, angst, mention of violence, if you're not comfortable with these kind of things then pass this oneshot, anyway, read it at your own risk. You were warned.‼️

This is a bit the continuation of the previous oneshot. And small details, they had a son, of course as always named Idris.

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The oneshot :

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ The Pain of Letting Go

The hotel room was silent except for the muffled hum of the air conditioner and the occasional sniffle from [Y/n]. She sat on the edge of the bed, her back against the headboard, holding Idris close to her chest. His small body was warm and soft, his face serene as he slept in her arms, completely unaware of the turmoil inside her.

She pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his dark hair, her tears falling silently onto his little head. Her arms tightened around him protectively as though holding him close would dull the ache in her chest. But the pain wouldn't go away. It pressed down on her like a weight, suffocating her, consuming her.

She rested her cheek against his, inhaling his sweet, familiar scent. Her boy– her reason for everything. She had done this for him. She had left to protect him, to save him from a childhood filled with fear and violence. She knew she had made the right choice. She knew it.

But it hurt.

It hurt more than she ever thought possible.

Her tears came harder now, her shoulders shaking as she clung to Idris like a lifeline. She had left Zayd.

The man she had loved since the moment he first walked into her life, his dark charisma and undeniable charm drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

The man who, despite his flaws, had given her moments of pure happiness– moments that had kept her holding on for so long.

She thought about those moments now, the memories flashing through her mind like a cruel montage.

Zayd laughing as he twirled her around the grand dining room after a long day, his deep voice teasing her for being too clumsy.

Zayd pressing soft kisses to her forehead in the mornings, his arms wrapped tightly around her as if he couldn't bear to let her go.

Zayd surprising her with a gift– a necklace, a dress, a bouquet of flowers– just because he wanted to see her smile.

Zayd looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world, his dark eyes filled with a love so fierce it made her blush even after years of marriage.

And yet, those beautiful moments were always overshadowed by the darkness. By the anger, the violence, the apologies that came too late.

She loved him. God, she loved him. Even now, as she sat in a hotel room miles away from him, her heart ached for him. For the man he could have been, the man he was when he wasn't consumed by his demons. She loved the way he adored her, the way he made her feel like the most beautiful, cherished woman in the world.

But love wasn't enough anymore.

She whispered softly to herself, her voice breaking, "Why couldn't you just change, Zayd...? Why couldn't you be the man I needed you to be ?"

Idris stirred slightly in her arms, his small hand clutching the fabric of her shirt. She looked down at him, her tears falling onto his delicate face. He looked so much like him– the dark hair, the strong features, the sharp little nose. But his [e/c] eyes were hers, and she prayed they would stay innocent and bright.

For years, she had endured Zayd's anger because she thought she could handle it, thought her love was enough to fix him. But when he had laid his hands on their son, something inside her had snapped. She couldn't let Idris grow up in that house, couldn't let him live in fear the way she had for so long.

Still, the guilt gnawed at her. She felt like she had ripped her own heart out and left it behind in the [L/n] estate. She hated that she was crying for a man who had hurt her, hated that she still wanted to go back, to forgive him, to hope he could change.

But deep down, she knew the truth. Zayd would never change.

She leaned her head back against the headboard, closing her eyes as fresh tears slid down her cheeks. She felt hollow, like a part of her had been torn away and left behind.

"I loved you", she whispered to the empty room, her voice barely audible. "I still do. But I can't keep letting you destroy us. I can't let you destroy him."

Her chest heaved with silent sobs as she clutched Idris tighter, holding on to the only piece of her life that still felt whole. She pressed another kiss to his forehead, her tears dampening his soft hair.

"I'll be okay", she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else. "I'll be okay. For you, Idris. For you."

But as the night dragged on and the weight of her decision settled heavily on her chest, [Y/n] knew this pain would never truly leave her. Because no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, a part of her heart would always belong to Zayd.

And letting go of him was the hardest thing she had ever done.

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(A/n) : feel like I'm in my depression phase from what I'm writing, huh... But for real, I'm not. I'm perfectly fine and happy (for now). Hope you enjoyed it.

See ya ! 💋